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Aug 2022
stands without soil
or water. Not seeded
so, you don't have to
bother. Wasn’t part

of the garden. The petals
aren’t soft. They're hardened.
But they don't droop or
wilt. And you'll not see them

tilt. They cannot flower
or drink in a cool
sun shower. They don't
bend. And are translucent

as a summer friend. The light
shines through the
glass. No thorns at every
pass. They hold their shape

and color. Won't rip just
like a dollar.  Some say
they're fake. But they don’t die.
They break.
sandra wyllie
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