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Tomatoes, Tea, and Beer charles nikitopoulos
Every summer I grew my father's tomatoes. I trimmed, weeded, and watered, And planted in the most sunny spaces, Usually, to no avail. Every summer in a shady yard Behind a five-family on Lombard Street, My father grew his giant super-red tomatoes. I remember him sitting in his chair, Sipping Lipton tea while tomatoes grew. This summer, after an inconvenient illness, Rainy weather, and non-weeding, I discovered that tomato vines dutifully Support morning glories. Sometimes, Sipping a Sam Adams in my backyard chair, I marvel that Polivios never grew more morning glories.
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