The Choice Conundrum Poem by The philosopher
The Choice Conundrum
The little girl wanted to pick a flower
She narrowed her choices after hours
She could only pick one of those two
She panickedNot knowing what to do
For one was red, and the other was blue
One gave the scent of a winter's night, the other of morning dew
She thought she might have to stay
Long after the light of day
She stood still as the flowers faded away
And the color of her hair turned into grey
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