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Dec 2015
I walked by the counter

and noticed the roses,

drained pigment

now pink

and wrinkled

crisp and withered.

I think to myself

why, when ever did that happen?

only yesterday they stood tall and red.
I did not realize their neglect,
now it is too late.
Fish The Pig
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Fish The Pig
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