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These were not just ordinary flowers
Quite peculiar in an eerie sort of way
The more I looked at them, I knew
This wasn’t the place, for me, today

Faces started popping out, before me
Their clown-like grins, made me shiver
How could something so beautiful
Make my whole body quake and quiver!

I took off, down an odd shaped path
Hoping those purple pansies didn’t follow
Saddened, because I had left so quickly
But nothing here could make me wallow

I was afraid, to look over my shoulder
For fear I’d see an evil, floral parade
So, I kept walking, along the odd path
While, in the garden, the flowers stayed


December Writing Prompt – Planter boxes of peculiar looking pansies, lined the odd shaped path – Day 30/31

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