They were the best of tomatoes. They were the worst of tomatoes. They were big, round and shiny. They were small, misshapen and blemished. | |
They were from the South. They were from south of the border. | |
They were sliced, diced and boiled. They were placed in jars, preserved for years to come. |
from A Tale of Six Bushels
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