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Oct 2013
oh fall is here all the real flowers begin to disappear,
I know what I will do, if it is okay with you,
I will find some fake greenery
borrow a live
stem or two, or three or four
or what the heck a whole bunch more
all real one's from my neighbours garden patch,
and then I will mix and match and call
it mine, put it on display, no one will know
what could they say,
and I will sing under my breath,
"it is a free world after all,
and my imagination is so small"
but I sure know how to borrow!


©DWE102013
tools next, working up to the golf set and by spring the car. LOL  - just kidding
Poetry is wordflowers
For RA
Ottar
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Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
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   bex
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