August 28, 2012
On the nightstand, there is a vase
A single push and it follows gravity laws
It was a present from my great aunt
She was never one to taunt
My aunt worked at the library
and ate for breakfast, a single strawberry
This sad excuse for a poem only rhymes for some
Maybe only me and my mum
It all depends on how you talk

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