staring at the flowers
some out in bud
spent several hours
dissecting if they should
going for a walk
frogs in the wood
wonder if they talk
pondering if they should
grasshoppers seem to die
after the mighty flood
wondering if could fly
decomposing as it should
i'm back at home
thinking maybe pub
usually write alone
staggering out the Shrub
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