What is fair about
Roses’
Strawberry's,
And
Blueberry's trees
Grow up strong and high
At the sides of your feet
And lilies on and between the toes,
While your are standing up like
A hopeful Rhododendron tree.
What is fair about the
Mint merges from your lips
And flourish
On one cheek
And ignored your chin and the other
Shaded side.
What is fair about
Your hair
Falls
And waves
Down
And follows
The sunrise and the sunset.
What is fair about
Your eyes
Are moving sand,
They capture
And kill.
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