He saw a yellow flower on the ground when he was young....
A flourishing florist's success of a
story
a personal gaining non-compromiseing
step
to a multitude of morning's of glory,
personal advancement, and success
As rich as a doctor's yellowed
shrews where he shed his trade and
social polish
A pride proud of a respected
endeavored fellow
"Yellow" "It bore the universe, gave
life a purpose of sciences,
topic,and
remains undefined
as the walls and tools of a
doctors trade to his name, income,
and ink, as they make the books he
reads
And as never a florist advertise and
sell
the fragrance, color, or design of
his
fetish and honor
Or a doctor his wealth and vacation
estate
"I love yellow flowers"
And of mine heart this way
I feed my wife children
Pay my taxes
and rent where I hang my sign on the
pedistal stand marked
Florist
Yellows and Daisies, and Roses
24 Hours a Day
Marvin Eli Kirsh
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Reviews of "Field's yellow flower "
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on August 30, 2003
Wonderful write and flowers are always so beautiful.
lady peg
Yellow is also one of the basic "colors" of our souls, Marvin, rays and spashes of Sol's energy, epitomized. Lovely little write. A florist has as much worth as a doctor, each in his own way. :)
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lady peg
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