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deviantsaster — Lil King Bush
Published: 2014-08-17 02:26:42 +0000 UTC; Views: 98; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 0
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The wind blows a savory sweet scent,Past my nose and over my shoulder,
Ceasing all dark thoughts that torment
And helping me grow bolder.
I turn on my heel,
And follow my feet.
My eyes widen with zeal,
As I gaze at my treat.
A sticky prickly blackberry patch,
With branches two fingers thick.
Eagerly my hands seek to snatch
The precious fruits and juices lick.
I'm met with piercing thorns,
And I shriek as they claw
My tricky hands and scorn
My hasty ill thought faux pas.
Hastily I withdraw my hand,
And hope my disrespect is pardoned,
This is of course his land,
Even If I own the garden.
