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Ode to Evening Primrose

Dearest you how you help me
teach me how to calm to simplicity

When I forget and try to fly solo
I end up a jaguar on the grass crying POLO?

when again I remember you and its like yesterday
you don’t judge me for trying to walk away

I have no idea what goddess anointed your petals
but I am thankful of her wisdom to grease my hormonal pedals

I try and think it is only know I need you
but if I had I known you were my mom’s “go to”
I would have used you all the day from 13 till Pluto

I hope the side affects are lovely and kind
like bumble b visits that leave honey behind.

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