My mind is like a garden shed with pots filled with soil,
As flowers spring forth it makes it worth all the toil.
There are happy yellow flowers to cheer the day,
And gloomy brown to make hatred pay.
Mysterious blue hidden in fern,
And vile red fruit to make your stomach churn.
What a strange garden in my shed,
All these wonders in my head...
I think my opusses are getting more odd but i just say what's in my thoughts...
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