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Forget Me Nots In the garden of her thoughts Cultivated with special care A glorious forget-me-nots The vision beyond compare Grown from her reason Handled with a glove Her time and her season The fertilizer of love Sorrow through the windowed room To see an inglorious sight A single wilted bloom Forbearing doom and blight The need to tend her garden And return it to it's glory To maintain her only vision Her pre-written love story A few snips here Fertilizer for thought A few snips there Protects forget-me-not Unaware that in a season With it's daily ebb and flow Overbearing becomes the reason Flowers wilt, and never grow |
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6/2/2010 1:21 pm |
Hi jiminy, Good story. The forget-me-not is a special little flower. My mother gave me her forget-me-not ring before she died, so that I wont forget her, ever. Im not controlling in the garden, especially when it comes to the weeds!!!!
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Thank you all... Sometimes in the non-relationship things, we try to fix that which we think is broken. We only succeed in breaking it worse. At least we then seem to take the blame in the first place. But in relationships, If we do the same thing....... it only seems to justify our attempt to fix it in the first place!
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