Someone left me a *** of marigolds
on my white porch floor
Afraid to pick them up
I left them near the door
The paper boy knocked them over
dirt spilled out on the wood
The mailman stepped in the dirt
and smeared it as he should
I righted the *** and saw it was dry
then left it in the afternoon sun
and the vermilion sky
Days went by and the preacher called
He asked about the plant
I shrugged my shoulders and took
his pamphlets fast
No one ever told me where those
marigolds came from
I assumed it was the devil
as he was the only one
Who knew I killed my husband
and I would go to jail
A trial would condemn me
they would hang me
by a nail
If you receive such a ***
know your time has come
Leave the marigolds where
they are to die
Giving you time to just go on.....
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 4:47 PM UTC
Someone left me a *** of marigolds
on my white porch floor
Afraid to pick them up
I left them near the door
The paper boy knocked them over
dirt spilled out on the wood
The mailman stepped in the dirt
and smeared it as he should
I righted the *** and saw it was dry
then left it in the afternoon sun
and the vermilion sky
Days went by and the preacher called
He asked about the plant
I shrugged my shoulders and took
his pamphlets fast
No one ever told me where those
marigolds came from
I assumed it was the devil
as he was the only one
Who knew I killed my husband
and I would go to jail
A trial would condemn me
they would hang me
by a nail
If you receive such a ***
know your time has come
Leave the marigolds where
they are to die
Giving you time to just go on.....
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