Foot DownA Poem by RebeccaCongratulations, my little withered flower, Twas about time you spoke. I'm sad that it was still not with a vocal, But it was 'something'. I think it is funny how you think you've done something That someone else might consider courageous. I'm sorry to disappoint you with no care. In the end though, my little flower. You put your foot down, Right into your mouth. © 2024 Rebecca |
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