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Notes From The Greenhouse Diary

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My mind is filled with poisons

     hemlock

cork-stopped knackered bottles

     snakeroot

each filled with words that burn

     mandrake

and smother and sharply bite 

     foxglove

what once was pure and live

     monkshood

that's dying now between us

     belladonna

as sure as my garden grows

 

 

 

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