Cara Cara red navel dwarf
I had just the spot for you
I wanted to taste you one day
But then you were just a staff
With blossoms what would
Become of you under my care
It was like taking on a child
Whose leaves were blistered hands
That startled when they started
In the heat falling off
What sustained you when you lost
The ground under your feet
What became of your sweetness
Under my helpless care
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