My BouquetA Poem by Mike EmilBy Mike Emil
My turnips still grow Wait! I didn’t plant any
My radishes, they grow Despite themselves In plant pots
And my Christmas cactuses They They are transplanted
Lithe bits of them Snips Then there was something else
Lilith didn’t bite anything I didn’t give her time What about my garden?
Hey! Don’t trip over my planters Have some respect! © 2013 Mike Emil |
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Added on November 25, 2013 Last Updated on November 25, 2013 AuthorMike EmilSplit Rock, PAAbout...in the words of the short term king under the mountain..."I have returned!" I am a practicing monk and mixer enthusiast and librarian and shaman and beach goer...i am angry about things done and.. more..Writing
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