Bert knew,
As sure as drawing breath,
The dissolute nature of flowers.
Did the famed Bard, I wonder, see red
In the red of the cardinal rose?
I too, now understand,
The roseate nature of aspirin,
Dissolving in a lovely bowl
Of sweet, clear Lilies,
To be drawn up
In pale, short, gasps
To nurture pallid petals.
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