It's Time

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Sun shining on my face
My happiness is growing at a faster pace

I realise it's time to let go
It's time to grow

I won't have anyone poisoning my garden of laughter and love
Not even a little not even kind of

My roses, it's time to bloom
Time to break out of your womb

No more toxic waste
In my garden, it's totally misplaced

In the waste-lands, your toxicidy can spew
I am growing my garden with or without you.

-TAOIApoetry

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