The Beds and the “Bih”s

Have you ever seen a flower cry because they aren’t being eaten up and feasted on by parasites? Well, I have.

My best fairy tale was the Ugly Duckling
because I felt her every pain.

I was the flower with thorns
that no man wanted to touch,
and while the other flowers had butterflies
and bees and birds circling
them and perching on them,
none of them came that close to me.
Their pollination took place
at the wrong time, of course;
they multiplied before they were fruitful.

And what about the butterflies
and the bees and the birds?
Well, they all went away after a while.

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