As told to a child
When we locked up the house at night,
We always locked the flowers outside
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I always thought it must have been Some Hower I played with as I sat At dusk to watch the moon down early. VERY FINE POEM: TONY
The time I dreamed the door was tried And brushed with buttons upon sleeves, The flowers were out there with the thieves. Yet nobody molested them! great poem from a great poet. tony
Not a poem about nature but nature of life.