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Rated: E · Poetry · Environment · #1989074
She enters the season with very good reason...to propagate...
Miss Spring arrived quite early today...
She brought with her some rain...Hooray...
Her job description is to assure...
That the garden will endure...
All the habitants needed...
And even the seeded....
Her first assignment of her duties...
Will be to match up all the cuties...
Like Azaleas, Iris, Pansies and more...
A Rose with a Rose...and even more...
A home for everything, even Anthills...
Right next to the bright yellow Daffodils...
However even the flowers have rebels who seek...
Pleasures that are... that of the weak...
And sometimes it is beyond Miss Springs grasp..
That " new" faces show up...with no names.. Alas !
You hear them in whispers.. when the wind blows threw the grass...
They are the " love childs" produced by the rebels you see...
They are called " Wildflowers " and picked by both you and me...
But, it's not here where the story ends...
Cause even Miss Spring has a " seedy " side my friends...
And as the months pass...she too changes...
Sometimes even exchanges..
And sells herself out..what a bummer..
She gets " hotter " and changes her name...to Summer




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