As if he did belong
And does he not belong there most
In this world is there no place
For a weed to feel secure
Tho he has no pretty face
I can't stand to yank him up
He has a beauty all his own
Reaching up to loving sun
Wonderful qualities all his own
So I let him tower over
All my little flowers here
An ugly king with his bright court
They gathered round him near
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