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As a twiggy little boy of 9,

I was so curious

About the bumblebees hovering

Over blood-red roses, flesh-pink roses,

Bushes filled with pale-yellow honeysuckles

That grew in my Grandmother's yard.

So curious, when I reached out to touch one,

That bumblebee stung me with its

Needlelike tail, leaving behind a mark,

Swollen red, painful,

On the caramel ...

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Rosebay, willow-herb and common poppy

Garnish each enchanting meadow

Sweet fragrances and alluring hues

Draw rapt villagers to every window

Flowers can be double-edged swords

Marking endless sorrow and pain

I can recall the time my father died

The old tin bath where wreaths were lain

Deadly nightshade or belladonna

Lurks on limestone and dry chalk

Consume th...

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