86 Weeds
I take controlled and specific aim near the shackled flowers
Where the horde of wizened weeds loiter and elicit strangulation
My cartridge carefully loaded with mordacious poison
You shall not trifle, nor stifle my blooms, Here's to your cessation!
3/29/2017
Copyright © Donna Roberts | Year Posted 2017
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