For Your Choice G Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
A wafting, giggling, windy, wiggling, breezy, jiggling flower wore red. With words so humble, as he did stumble, a simple bumble bee then said, "on my flight here, may I light here, you pretty sight, dear, fair flower in red?" "I'm all a'glowing, petals showing, nectar flowing, yours in my flower bed."
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