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I yearned for you, The most beautiful flower. I searched the whole field through Just to find your beauty again. But the field is rotten, As I pulled out each plant that I thought would disturb your growth, So, my flower, tell me, why have you left?
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Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 1:09 PM UTC
Stop watering dead plants(Notebooks)
I once killed a sunflower by giving it too much water and I read somewhere that that was beautiful, because it meant I didn't know when to stop giving. But tell me, all-knowing poet, where is the beauty if the end result was death?
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Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 10:10 PM UTC
giver
County seat, of Mason County, Washington, United States Westernmost city on Puget Sound above ground sans tectonic plates Population 9,834 per 2010 census end result from biological mates maintains commission form of government drafted by mandates. Shelton served by small steamboats comprising Puget Sound Mosquito Fleet Old Settler, Irene, Willie, City of Shelton, Marian, Clara Brown, & S.G. Simpson logging, farming, dairying, ranching & oyster cultivation for populace to eat Simpson Timber Company mill on Puget Sound's Oakland Bay over yon dominates landscape of the downtown area as essential heart beat Shelton identifies the "Christmas Tree Capital" sold by the ton. 47°12′49″N 123°6′22″W (47.213702, -123.106088) coordinate bench mark total area of 5.9 square miles (15 km2), of which 5.6 square miles (15 km2) land 0.3 square miles (0.78 km2) (5.60%) water laps with an occasional errant shark in a pinch captured, processed and canned a delicacy that fin de siecle bony illegal ***** fined by the oceanic arc. well nigh two decades in the past this poet trekked across America beginning in a place called Gap Pennsylvania - where stockpile of Amish goodies barely did last and vanished in a gingerly snap of fingers, which necessitated sustenance when van fueled i.e. gassed up while myself or other driver stole short nap seduced to sleep by syncopated tires as highway miles passed inching closer to youngest sister via this linear transcontinental lap destination Seattle Washington indigenous iconic statue cast. Ronald Strickland a fine companion Boone storyteller to boot about my age then (five decades plus two), him trying to rake in loot by writing about his travels, yet unpretentious and no square at root perhaps one day, I will surprise him with a call and give him a toot though on might deign to bellow while atop the snow capped Mount Rainier Taking in the august magic crystalline beauty all year round:   whereat snowfall etches silhouette once dusk shed daylight sketching in natural bas relief ascension from horizon to heavenly height albedo effect from glistening snow light luminescence transforming night into blinding sight from pure flakes of incandescent white.
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Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
Shelton - Washington State
County seat, of Mason County, Washington, United States Westernmost city on Puget Sound above ground sans tectonic plates Population 9,834 per 2010 census end result from biological mates maintains commission form of government drafted by mandates. Shelton served by small steamboats comprising Puget Sound Mosquito Fleet Old Settler, Irene, Willie, City of Shelton, Marian, Clara Brown, & S.G. Simpson logging, farming, dairying, ranching & oyster cultivation for populace to eat Simpson Timber Company mill on Puget Sound's Oakland Bay over yon dominates landscape of the downtown area as essential heart beat Shelton identifies the "Christmas Tree Capital" sold by the ton. 47°12′49″N 123°6′22″W (47.213702, -123.106088) coordinate bench mark total area of 5.9 square miles (15 km2), of which 5.6 square miles (15 km2) land 0.3 square miles (0.78 km2) (5.60%) water laps with an occasional errant shark in a pinch captured, processed and canned a delicacy that fin de siecle bony illegal ***** fined by the oceanic arc. well nigh two decades in the past this poet trekked across America beginning in a place called Gap Pennsylvania - where stockpile of Amish goodies barely did last and vanished in a gingerly snap of fingers, which necessitated sustenance when van fueled i.e. gassed up while myself or other driver stole short nap seduced to sleep by syncopated tires as highway miles passed inching closer to youngest sister via this linear transcontinental lap destination Seattle Washington indigenous iconic statue cast. Ronald Strickland a fine companion Boone storyteller to boot about my age then (five decades plus two), him trying to rake in loot by writing about his travels, yet unpretentious and no square at root perhaps one day, I will surprise him with a call and give him a toot though on might deign to bellow while atop the snow capped Mount Rainier Taking in the august magic crystalline beauty all year round:   whereat snowfall etches silhouette once dusk shed daylight sketching in natural bas relief ascension from horizon to heavenly height albedo effect from glistening snow light luminescence transforming night into blinding sight from pure flakes of incandescent white.
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Walked passed the Patisserie today My mind deep in thought, Lo! They came in wafting Clearly my nose they sought I inhaled the sweet intoxication Of fresh baked bread & pie My destination was different But my senses were on high I stole a look at the counter, the flaky pastry and the chocolaty eclair A flood rose in my mouth It was only but fair! The delicious lemon **** and the warm meringue pie Desires in my heart and soul That i just couldn't deny So i paid my dues to the Devil Settled for hot chocolate and sugar drizzled cinnamon roll Destination be ****** I had just achieved my goal!
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Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 1:05 PM UTC
Pies & Tarts
O, how I wait for you to be fruited In plump, shiny, purple orbs to be Plucked and delightfully popped. Please cling plum blossoms! Tree, do not let go in the stiff breeze As you have done year after year To the point where you were only good For lovely birds to roost, for feeders to hang, For me to look upon your beautiful form. The years before you gave no other fruit; This year a plum, that one, maybe two. The greedy children ate three this past year. I look out in the light of a spring morning And you are full of lacy white! Cling sweetly! Stop being so selfish. My mouth is watering.
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
Plum Full Season