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SO HERE’S YOUR BOUQUET, OKAY? I handed her a bouquet of hurtful words Hand picked by fingers that held her wretchedly by the throat That bouquet was formed by selfishness alone’ And then she placed that bouquet in a vase of the unknown For she was too young to understand that an older man does underhanded deeds unforeseen And has the wherewithal to become horrid and so wickedly mean While I was being welcomed into places she had never been Until that bouquet began to wither And the weather dried her garden of the unthinkable To be left with unwarranted seeds and her hunger for needs I could never meet Yet and still those impotent seeds could never allow my love to grow Nor flourish midst the heat nor the frost For this young girl ‘s first love had come at a quite cost And in the death of the winter was the lady lost I was her teacher, her mentor and her guru atop a mountain of mud For the tenderness of my touch once warmed her blood While strength led to fortitude and fortitude to farewell And the garden from which I ;picked the bouquet came upon a deadly dry spell Which pierced her soul leaving behind but a a weak and weeping shell I felt no remorse nor regret for her first lover could tot be any worse So I escaped to a more suitable neighborhood A man who left with vows retracted For a man, in retrospect who I know never did the little lady any type of good That bouquet of hurtful words led to my adieu Since that is what a junkie is made to do © 2011 Phreepoetree ~free cee!~ ‘ ’

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So Heres Your Bouquet Okay

SO HERE’S YOUR BOUQUET, OKAY? I handed her a bouquet of hurtful words Hand picked by fingers that held her wretchedly by the throat That bouquet was formed by selfishness alone’ And then she placed that bouquet in a vase of the unknown For she was too young to understand that an older man does underhanded deeds unforeseen And has the wherewithal to become horrid and so wickedly mean While I was being welcomed into places she had never been Until that bouquet began to wither And the weather dried her garden of the unthinkable To be left with unwarranted seeds and her hunger for needs I could never meet Yet and still those impotent seeds could never allow my love to grow Nor flourish midst the heat nor the frost For this young girl ‘s first love had come at a quite cost And in the death of the winter was the lady lost I was her teacher, her mentor and her guru atop a mountain of mud For the tenderness of my touch once warmed her blood While strength led to fortitude and fortitude to farewell And the garden from which I ;picked the bouquet came upon a deadly dry spell Which pierced her soul leaving behind but a a weak and weeping shell I felt no remorse nor regret for her first lover could tot be any worse So I escaped to a more suitable neighborhood A man who left with vows retracted For a man, in retrospect who I know never did the little lady any type of good That bouquet of hurtful words led to my adieu Since that is what a junkie is made to do © 2011 Phreepoetree ~free cee!~ ‘ ’