Muse of the Day
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The Flower Patch

I planted them
in your backyard

at night
in a dirt patch

the stained seeds
an old lady bewitched

they grew flowers
not fruit

white and pure
sweetly scented

you were amazed
the neighbors buzzed

the flowers grew
tall and wild

you picked a few
for your kitchen

handed even more
out to friends

and family
the postman

until that one
fateful day

you didn’t come
out of the house

and everyone
wanted to know

who poisoned you
with the flowers

you
grew

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