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Apology to a Flower

By , Sisters, OR
Sorry dear flower
I forgot to water you,
And thus you died.

Your vibrant petals
Have now
Fallen off.

I should not have
Picked you out of
Mother’s garden.

For now you are dead.

It t’was enjoyable, though,
To prance around
With you
In my hand.

And to show you off
To my neighbor.

And to name you
Betsy.

And to inhale
Your sweet fragrance.

Do not worry, I will
Burry you,
Next to
Beth,
the rose I picked yesterday.





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