Mark Heathcote (22/03/66 / Manchester)
Weeds interest me...
Their beauty is almost ignored.
Stooping to look at them,
Strangers, will, shout-out!
It’s just a weed...
But, isn't that, true of us all...
A weed is only a flower-
In the wrong place, they say.
Well again isn't that, how we all feel.
There is a weakness in a flower
In the right place! Oh to be
A weed in the wrong place
Must be heaven on earth!
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