Greed is a state of mine.
In time
I’ll find the whispers
and the place in which they hide,
Before this poem is famous
long after I have died,
I hear them in the forest
when the wind is in the trees
I’ll only pick the ones in bloom
the Mums, they make me sneeze.
ZC
The Sunflowers stand up tall and bright with their colors of black and yellow. As I walk through that beautiful field, I am a mellow fellow!
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The Sunflowers stand up tall and bright with their colors of black and yellow. As I walk through that beautiful field, I am a mellow fellow!
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