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Jul 30
i brought my flowers
into the market square,
but when they all met the frost
they withered and turned bare.

i ran out of breadβ€”
snow blocking my path home,
so i sold the last flower i had
and to god i must atone.
i just bought flowers for my garden and lugging them up the bath on a wheel barrow i felt like an old timey peasant it was so funny
Written by
Ray Dunn  18/F/New York
(18/F/New York)   
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