Holy Tornado

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Friday, April 28, 2006

FIRST LOVE


Long green legs, spindly, yet strong,
Bending in the April breeze.
Whilst feet cling tightly to the soil,
Toes drink deeply of earth's wine.

She grows tall and lean,
Her arms reach to the sun.
Her small green head grows daily,
And begins to show a hint of red.

The brazen sun kisses her passionately,
She turns her face eagerly to receive his warm embrace
Then turns bright crimson in pure delight.
She whispers, "Today I am a woman...er...Tulip."

(this is without a doubt the most ridiculous poem I have ever written. I worked too hard today. Thats my excuse and I'm sticking with it!)



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