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By B.K. Date: 2016 Apr 19 Comment on this Work [[2016.04.19.21.28.15002]] |
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I am the rose That grew so bold That I pushed over your mailbox Fed on coffee grounds Epsom salt with ground egg shells I thrive with sun on my face And your loving attention A bouquet rose gone wild I wilt when you are gone And even though You madly prune me back Standing firm in my roots Ready still striving With brave and steady courage Waiting for just that moment It is you...that I push over bk April nineteenth twenty sixteen |