Read at Your Risk
Spring shower,
dew drop flower
in your hair...
I put it there.
But, only, I confess,
because you chose to read this mess.
A dew drop flower rhyme,
might happen any time.
Dear reader, you may snort,
but sorry, now I can't abort,
because it is too late.
Chalk it up to fate.
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