You want to know a secret?
I hate when someone buys me flowers.
Why?
If they have no problem picking such a beautiful thing,
Knowing of all the gentle care that's gotten it this far in its growth and beauty-
I can't help but see the irony.
I can't help but foreshadow the sickly, awakening events that they will pluck with such ease from me.
-Sarah Klobuchar
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Poems for a Rainy Day
PoetryIf you think I'm writing about you, I'm telling you I am. These are original poems and thoughts I've been collecting over the years. Enjoy.
