Every passing day
Every starlit night
Every unspoken syllable
Every beckoning lightI feel myself blowing away
Like delicate petals
In ferocious windEach puff, each blow,
Every wad of cash
Every plant, every powder
Much more like blowing trash-V.W.
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Violets are Blue
RandomViolet Wellingshire is a beautiful and talented poet. After struggling with a substance abuse problem and one life-threatening trip to the hospital, Violet decides that things have to change. With the help of her family, an adventurous blonde hippy...