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precious petunia

by Lisa-Dawn Sparling

Precious Petunia in your lime green dress,

your shoes are on backwards and your hair is a mess.

The coat smells like moth balls and there are stains on your shirt,

you can barely see your blue eyes under all that dirt.

Precious Petunia with a smile on your face,

You put us all to shame with your beauty and grace.

02/21/2006

Author's Note: That just plopped out of my head in 2.1 seconds, I wasn't even thinking about a poem. It reminds me of the odd ball kid at school that has nothing and doesn't care and is happy as can be.

Posted on 02/22/2006
Copyright © 2025 Lisa-Dawn Sparling

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