The Flower's Cousins
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The Flower's Cousins
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For the lack of a rose can break someones heart
Too much saffron and even a good king will fart
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The variety on my mind is a most colourful one
History maligns it while some of us call it fun
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Most of us have seen the flower in the wild
Bees hum, birds sing, brings a smile to a child
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I have no opinion to share but this simple tale
No wisdom here and no terrors to make you pale
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The tale begins with Cousin D, who numbs the lies
Makes you sleep, haunting nightmeres and long cries
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Moving to Cousin O, you feel just like Jesus's son
Lift the world there is nothing that cannot be done
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An there's Cousin M, using his same old trick
Reachs in and pulls out whatever makes you tick
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Cousin H is the small fry hiding in the shadow
Counting time waiting for your guard to be low
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They all do the same, they stop time and pain
Calendars serve no need, looking serves no gain
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Loose your clocks or maybe just throw them away
Can't remember when you could stand the light of day
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You don't have care, scratch and see what's beneath
Nothing matters to you, your time is in lost teeth
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What is the power and mystery that lies in this crop
You will only learn that, when it is time to stop
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Who holds the magic key that unlocks the power
The synthetic cousins of the colourful flower
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Sorry about my spelling or grammer but
If you read the tale above
You might understand or
Forgive
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3 March 2010
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