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Sep 2020
In an area of outstanding natural beauty,
I hear,
'nice flowers, let's pick some'
but
my gun is ready
my aim is steady
if those flowers go
so do they,

I am deadly

why try?
this isn't a pick what you can
and buy
it's a pick if you dare and die,

Love the wilderness as
you love
your own and leave the flowers
alone.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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