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Mar 2022
Too many roses

Those ****** roses, I **** in my garden
and around the house, but they keep coming.
The slightest crack in the pavement
up the roses spring, ruining the walkway.
Unstoppable blowing raspberry who tries
to stop their advance.
When a blue **** tries to find a sunny spot
they are replaced by roses.
History is written by red roses, for whom
A **** is a nuisance and should be cut in half.
Tiny hamlets are strangled by perfumed roses
The local weeds have to live up the hill.
jan oskar hansensapopt
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