Kyle Shield Laster
What I Am - Poem by Kyle Shield Laster
I am much a Picky plant
And I don't like you.
I shall not be nice to thee-
No I won't review...
If you were to hurt and moan-
Regards but I've no aid.
I'd gladly Dry my stickly pricks
For rain on your parade.
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