Flowers
Flowers
flowers planted in a row
red orange yellow green blue indigo
out of their bush you pull and tear
just to stick them in your hair
their beauty is so flagrant
evolution has made them so
and they smell oh so fragrant
bees and the breeze spread their pollen as they go
they are plenty and a worthy foe
to human destruction, worry and woe
for the flowers shed no tears
i’ll pluck them for you when we’re
sitting close and when i whisper
i miss you, i need you
i got you baby, for sure
my pretty flower, my love true
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