Flower Power
Vast expanse,
countless creatures..
there will be pain,
disgust, disdain..
some will cry,
for others lie..
those who frolic,
in the rain..
are dancing daisies,
back each season,
rhyme or reason...
wild, not wilted..
just windblown,
tilted..
must not leave,
the garden crop..
to die upon,
a table-top..
countless creatures..
there will be pain,
disgust, disdain..
some will cry,
for others lie..
those who frolic,
in the rain..
are dancing daisies,
back each season,
rhyme or reason...
wild, not wilted..
just windblown,
tilted..
must not leave,
the garden crop..
to die upon,
a table-top..
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