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Horticultural Incest
Horticulture? truly awesome!
Granddaddy’s timeless illusion -
one giant synthetic blossom
swirling midst rustic seclusion.
Fascinated by back-crossing,
Pop experimented in silence.
Sleep was spent turning and tossing
weird ideas, odd incidents.
His gigantic bogus blossom
would emanate from these night-swings.
He had heard that you could cross some
old parent plants with their off-springs.
Such horticultural incest
troubled Pop’s moral conviction.
Botanic genes lost his interest,
guilt became an affliction.
He took up artistic venture
creating flowers of pottery.
The last one he made, the clencher,
shines in his orchard's rockery.
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