Bri Edwards Flowers Poems

Paul and I are not sure if the flowers’ “eyes” are truly black or brown,
but, if we could, we’d use a bunch of them....to fashion you a gown.
Then no matter what month it was, or wherever you might be,
you and Paul could look at you, in your gorgeous gown, and happy you could be.
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Some nights I think I've heard your screeching;
it's then my mate begins her beseeching....
to have me shut the windows and rub her back,
and go outside searching for the yowling cat.
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