a plant's name a single word not very hard
become a sign of life or death the very mark
here is my home there's the alien balm yard
who would have thought that once the barred
the ones who are not wanted had to hark
a plant's name a single word not very hard
their voices and the colour said to have marred
the backwards island with the signs of dark
here is my home there's the alien balm yard
those who for public safety were on guard
become two-footed brothers of the shark
a plant's name a single word not very hard
what's left of light but a small damaged shard
too weak for us to even think a spark
here is my home there's the alien balm yard
now this we don't mean when we play the card
this reality we come to see is far too stark
a plant's name a single word not very hard
here is my home there's the alien balm yard
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
07 March 2007
parsley
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