Our flower bed (A poem).

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Our flower bed is

a wild

Flower bed,

In it are growing

All sorts;

Rare perfume plants

Next to all sorts.

And also weeds

Oh

Also weeds,

And then

Mainly weeds.

And then Just and only, weeds.

No more perfume plants.

All over our emotions –

weeds.

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