WeedsA Poem by Tekie ScytheI had to write this for class.Weeds that assume a
terrible deed
The second the plant becomes a seed They sprout out their beautiful flowers Some happen in less than a few hours Many people say they ruin their gardens But I just think their hearts have hardened And even little children tend to see The beauty they were formed to be. © 2013 Tekie ScytheAuthor's Note
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