They said I spoke excessively
about flowers,
especially daffodils,
so I attempted to restrain myself,
but my tresses began to turn
an emerald shade of green,
veins turned to vines,
cheeks blushed the color of roses,
fingers, bloomed into calla lilies,
so I had no other alternative
than to plant myself
in the garden
to grow another poem.
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