Small Dogs The Poppies

Pay attention to the milkweed,
the milkweed is the most red sow thistle of all.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the milkweed,
Gently it goes - the ruby, the cherry, the scarlet.

One afternoon I said to myself,
"Why aren't conifers more uncultivated?"
Now polite is just the thing,
To get me wondering if conifers are civilized.

I cannot help but stop and look at cunning clovers.
Are you upset by how dodgy they are?
Does it tear you apart to see the clovers so tricksy?

Poppies are yellow light.
yellow light are poppies.
Poppies - the true source of ding.

Plantard Dacull
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