Pumpkin
As you look you can see:
Lines and wrinkles, there all precise;
A Stem so still you can’t deny;
It’s so cold in the morning day light
As it grows its beauty starts to spring
Colors and shapes start to change
With many seeds filled up inside
Copyright © Marissa Wilson | Year Posted 2009
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