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survival
Contributed by
Jan_Oskar_Hansen
on
Wednesday, 4th December 2002 @ 10:40:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Survival of the fittest
Tired of tending decadent roses so inbred
that they had to be handfed I give up and
let weed take over, they are after all flowers
by another name. Rudely blue, full of sap,
stand firmly on the muscular, hairy stems,
strangling anything in their struggle to reach
the sun and show off their pungent flowers
that attracts bees but make honey reek, like
unmade beds in a morning-tired whorehouse.
Today I saw yellow roses freely grow on top
of the compost heap, hairy stems, like a prize
fighters legs, thorns, the size of hobos nails,
keeping pushy blue weeds at bay.
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2002-12-04 22:40:00]
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Re: survival
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by Essentially9 on
Tuesday, 14th December 2004 @ 09:11:20 PM AEST
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