Solitary imperfect round form falls on an unfamiliar field
Someone's heart knows forth of how it feels
But as the stench cries out for love of thee
Backs turn away from its desperate plea
Alas! A dainty yellow flower peeks from its side
Hold thy whole self up with pride
The flower's outstretched hand nourishes
Positive thoughts encouraged with bouquets to flourish
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