Bearing Fruits


Dear Eugene,

I wandered helplessly among the helpless
Made my little entry and now ready for my big exit
God denied me of the fruits I came for
A neat basket to take home
He said There's no answer here
And you gave nothing of yourself
Something was done to me, I know
My volunteer vest smells it
But I am not sure what it was
Other than it bore a question mark

Yours, Alex

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  1. RoseMarch 25, 2019 at 8:44 AM

    Keep on the good work☺

    Fruit Tree Type Years to Fruit
    Apple Trees 2-5 years
    Apricot Trees 2-5 years
    Banana Plants 2-3 years
    Cherry Trees 4-7 years
    Citrus Trees 1-2 years
    Fig Trees 1-2 years
    Mulberry Trees 2-3 years
    Nectarine Trees 2-4 years
    Olive Trees 2-3 years
    Pawpaw Trees 5-7 years
    Peach Trees 2-4 years
    Pear Trees 4-6 years
    Plum Trees 3-6 years

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