Green fingers

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The tomatoes are still green and are starting to rot,
While the marrows remain the size of a pea.
The runner beans can barely manage a crawl
And the spring onions might be ready for Christmas.
I’m doing alright for all manner of pests,
Slugs I’ve got those, as big as your car,
And beetles and all kinds of mites.
My apples have maggots,
The pears just have mould.
Meanwhile the plum tree
Lies down on its side,
Complains of the cold
And asks to see a Tree Doctor.
But when I look out of my window
At the X-rated horror show garden
To see what else has died in the night.
I can say with justifiable pride
At least the weeds turned out lovely again.

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Necromancy

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A wizard like you
Doesn’t need to follow the spells.
A magician makes it up as he goes.
Pulling flowers out of the air,
Dead rabbits out of hats
Or cutting yet another girl’s heart in two.

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Celestial

She’s only a woman, just flesh and blood.
Not the sun and the moon or the stars above.
So how can a woman ignite my soul
And have the magic that remakes me whole?

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Fall back

Blue skies and heartaches
Live always together in
My mind. For I know,
If I dare to love in spring
It’ll be over by fall.

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Crying wolf

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I’m fine.
No I’m not just saying it
I mean it this time.
I’m doing ok.
I’ve stopped, smelled the roses,
Looked around and I like what I see.
So, yes I’m fine
And I’m happy with me.

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