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The Mockery Garden

The girl, new, fresh; wandered innocently through the mockery; the type the English are so fond of building. Fronds of false friendship brushed against her virgin skin leaving seeds of doubt within her delicate folds, to be harvested; in time. She was tempted by the alluring, plump, red fruit; whose juices now mingled with her blood upon the thousand tiny cuts their barbs had made. And as she walked the brambles rustling whispers of deceit followed in her shadow. She quickly turned around to find a glorious array of Gladioli their bright colors embroidered by the sun; in the breeze bobbing their approval.

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Date: 5/2/2025 11:46:00 PM
I got all that which you told Tommy. But the ending seemed so positive. It sure is a fascinating read
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Date: 4/29/2025 5:54:00 AM
It feels like awesome poetry but I've read it several times and can't quite get it. A little help?
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Tom Woody
Date: 4/29/2025 8:15:00 AM
Nice. Thx
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Terry Miller
Date: 4/29/2025 7:44:00 AM
Thank you for visiting my page Tom
Date: 4/29/2025 5:07:00 AM
YIKES....a marvelous metaphor meandering through life's garden...I dare say no more...
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Terry Miller
Date: 4/29/2025 7:44:00 AM
Thank you John

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