Prompt for September 7: Four Line Poem about Peaches

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[prompt from http://daily-writing.blogspot.com/ ]

The soft, baby fine fur tingles my nose
As I lift the fruit to inhale its sweet scent.
Who could ever guess the intoxication, the euphoria
That can arise from something as simple as a peach?

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