The Perfect Flower by Michael James

For the love has gone sour.
I went in search of a flower.
Not Just any old flower.
For that wouldn't do for my love that went sour.
I was in the store for about an hour.
In search of that certain flower.
That would fix the love that went sour.
And after another hour.
I had found it, the perfect flower.

By: Michael A James 6/5/06

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