Tag: flowers
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The Gardener
Mr Foley ate lunch on our lawn He still had his gloves on When he finished up his luncheon His pick quick work of the air between him and the ground’s hair, like a policeman’s baton Clattering an insurgent’s head, station said it never happened. Naturally as a gardener he had a love for all…
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Yellow Rose
She grows that garden rose Grows without control Sweet smells climb up my nose Everything goes on under my nose Without my knowing. She is a rose Her billowing robe flows like abundant sap Chinese female gold, her dress is yellow orpiment Her shift in yellow also, gem of the orchard She is a scorching…