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Tulip (Free verse) by richa

The poor tulip boy has poor taste that he loves his patch and his trowel and spade and his landlord, the dame, that he sells to in the market his red and yellow flames. I am a poor tulip boy with not a purse nor a name made to grow tulips in clay and sleep in my shoes on a poor tulip boy wage happy, to sell none today.

zodiac 12-Jan-06/1:52 PM
I had to read it twice, but I got it. I don't know about punctuation. A comma after line1 might please everyone.




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