My tears were running where they never walked.

My voice was singing long before I talked

My heart was broken yet it was no plate.

I met my husband long before our date

I confessed my sins while in the womb.

I shall do the same when in the tomb

I confess I killed a dandelion

If not so it weren’t for lack of trying.

I abused a buttercup last year

I filled it full of tea and not of tears

The daisy has complained I hurt her tongue.

I never knew she had one was I wrong?

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The metal gleams with gold like tiny sun

Telling us pure light can overcome

I find they have put me on statins.

This follows a regular pattern.

Aspirin thins our blood

Good we’re not wood

I would rather learn Carving than Latin