Tattoos in Mayberry

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The Flowers You  Picked

You're wind blown flirty
And, with you I find
I fall apart inside this heart of mine
Nutty brittle and shy
Go slowly    
curry me a seasoning of rhythm from rhyme
Gather my fruits in the light of sunshine
bouquet's are budding
in this garden of mine

You picked my petals
I Should have put up a fight
Worked me over your coals til the mornin light

only then did you hastily depart
The flowers you picked
from my heart

A flotilla of passion
Made heaven cry
the love you rationed
has withered and died.  
Did me dirty
you're one precious tart
with the flowers you picked
from my heart

Buddy Bee Anthony

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The Flowers You Picked