Tomatoes on the vine . . .

Yesterday I brought in theseunripened tomatoesto save them from frost
but seeing them todayjolted me back to a poemI wrote and published(in a small journal)over thirty years ago
I'm still looking for a copy of the poembut here are the linesI can remember so far:
clothes on the linetomatoes on the vinesummer came and summer wentand no one fed the swine . . .
Well!I didn't say it was a good poem.
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