It used to mean jack in the pulpits
Daisies
Tulips
And the Rosebush
And none of them east of the river understand...
That red rock high wind and aspen...
Pine, broken or straight...
Do just fine.
A garden that doesn't need my tending....
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Dedicated to my ninth grade creative writing teacher, Mr. Bunsey, who continually kicked me in the shins, by waving his feet while he sat on top of his desk, and decided, when I submitted my first work, that because I was a non-standard girl, a girl with impairments, that I had to have made it up.
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