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flowers no. 1

i traded in my lunch
for flowers one day
daisies
i walked the long way
around the city
for a flowershop
where i stopped  
for my love,
to purchase something pretty
 
i am not a man of means,  
you know this to be true
but this is what you mean to me
i let flowers speak  
in colored hues
like they are known  
to do
 
anyway, here they are
i hope you have a vase
take my daisies and wait
there are other,  
better flowers
on the way.
Written by GreaterPeril (Jared from the Backwoods)
Published | Edited 14th Apr 2023
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