Feb 2014
When you said goodbye, you told me
"Love is a garden; it goes in and out of season."
Now as I slather my toast with orange marmalade,
Mon Amie La Rose plays in my head
And I can't help but cry as it reminds me of you.
"Love is a garden; it goes in and out of season."
Now as I slather my toast with orange marmalade,
Mon Amie La Rose plays in my head
And I can't help but cry as it reminds me of you.
this poem had to include metaphor, color, spoken words, a song title, and something sticky in 5 lines
(20/F)
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