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The Coleus
The lovely light lilac
And white flowers came
And were pinched off,
They came again
And were pinched
Once more,
Over and over
The arriving and pinching,
Why do you pinch off my flowers
The Coleus asked,
If I don’t you will get old
Looking, go to seed and die,
But that is why I am here,
What if I pinched off
Your purpose for
My gratification,
For
my
pleasure.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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