you can try and rip me out the ground

but my roots are spoil deep,



through the mud. 

pull me apart bud by bud,

my power is stronger than most flowers above,

I spread and lurk along the Bush

and yeah I may not end up plucked,
and in  your mother’s vase,

but I will take the broken mug,

and you may think im just a freak

just because my blends unique.

one day I will be just as big as a tree,

large almighty towering over


he wont ever see that im enough

mush me into dirt and muck

think there’s nothing left to regrow

but I even come out when there is snow

and I will flower and I will grow highier and highier

my roots dig deep

no shovel will make me weak.

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