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Oh Passiflora, flower of passion, at the pinnacle of flower fashion. Near-naked garbed in deep purple-pink plush displays that make my begonias blush. Your Summer’s secret garden is burning, leaving your lusting young lovers yearning. Stirring the manhood of the bumblebees, and sirening hummingbirds from the trees. Before the hot torch of the heavens fades, and short shadows lengthen into long shades, quick set all your seeds lest the fast Fall frost, will bite at your bones ‘til your fruits are tossed.

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Date: 12/1/2019 4:59:00 PM
Lovely imagery and words! Congratulations, Eric!
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Date: 11/30/2019 7:43:00 PM
Congrats Eric on your winning poem
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