Ripped

by Painted By Colors llInLovell   May 2, 2007


The flowers I planted
At the house I used to live
Are being ripped from the ground
And I wont put up with it.
I walked up the the door to tell them
But no one was home.
I tried for days and days.
So I just went up to the old house
Ripped MY flowers from the ground
and put them in front of my house.

^.^ Not a very good poem,
But a true story.

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