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A Flowered Tux Apr 2018
How I hate the waiting game!
It is just such a pain,
Being forced to be tame
for these people who are plain.

These seeds I've planted better bloom
but a winter freeze seems to loom,
right over my head.
Am I better off dead?
Hell no, I am not weak,
and nor am I meek.
So, for now, here I will stay,
Till my turn is at play.
Bird With No Cage, I can only wait so long.

— The End —