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Londons' Flower

Poetry By: ManipStar

Quirky poem

Submitted:Mar 2, 2013    Reads: 8    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

As I stood there

On a Monday morning

In the quiet peace

Of Highgate Cemetery

I thought of Lily

Lily with the long dark hair

That flows through my mind

From time to time

How could it be?

I thought to myself

That here before Marx's tomb

I should think of her

The answer was simple

Marx was a great thinker

But Lily

Is Londons flower


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