Forgetmenots, judgemenots,
call them what you may,
my linguistic buds
Bloody mannequins
on a mock battlefield
in remembrance
Fruit fly flitting
and living and loving for
two weeks, max
The sun's affections
lost on scholars-
exam week
Outside my window the bird
drags morning out of bed
three hours early
The warm spring breeze
whispers through the curtains
in a thousand languages
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