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Sep 2019
I once ripped the petals off a flower.
At home,
I tried to rearrange them,
but something
was amiss.

I made a stem and leaves for it out of paper
I glued it onto a green cardboard,
carefully arranging the petals around
a yellow circle representing the anther.

But the flower was no more.
Ripped and ravished
it lay in the street.
Brigid Sparks
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