choices...

choices...

A Poem by Wicked Jester

in the garden of life when you try to pluck a rose you take the chance of getting hurt

 

because even the most beautiful things may be hiding dangerous things beaneath a leafy skirt

 

you cannot judge a plant soley for it's looks to define it's worth

 

because weeds and flowers are all grown from the same dirty earth 

 

 

© 2012 Wicked Jester


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Wicked Jester
Wicked Jester

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I'm wicked and funny.... I write what I want, and I say what I want. I am not a pro at writing, I do it for fun. If you like what I write...thats sweet. If you don't thats alright too. more..

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