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No Pleasure Garden....Reverse Petrarchan Sonnet My garden's not designed to please. It is more like to horrify. The plants I grow are poisonous. I use them to combat disease. Though you may choose to think I lie. You can be sure they're dangerous. Uninvited visitors die Their bodies serve to fertilise. The poison plants that I so prize. In my garden; my rules apply. You'll stay away if you are wise. But people rarely heed advice. Fools are not in short supply. |
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