A Happy Flower

August 13, 2009
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Vicious birds in gnarled trees,
Scorching sun and angry bees,
And here come the butterflies
To drink the nectar from my eyes.

And a beast squashes me down,
Flattens me into the ground.
And then a girl picks me up
And traps me in a cup.

She throws water at my face,
Braids my family into lace,
And wears the dead like a crown
As I sit here and I drown.

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