All gardens are created equal;
weeds will someday overtake them.
So she makes her flower patch
as dreary as possible.
The overgrown branches must
be twisted into lewd gestures.
The roots must be blacker than
a burned-out light bulb the moment
it is needed. And all flowers
must bloom only when necessary
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