The Nuisance Garden

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The Nuisance Garden

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

The flowers sprout, a garden rich,
The flowers sprout, in cut and ditch,
The flowers sprout, but not outside,
They blossom here where I abide.

They force my floor, a floral mat
Where once my chair and carpet sat,
And wild they smell, a fearsome scent,
A fortune on them someon…