Spring is here,
Though only storms are near.
They spring memories I fear of
Miss Magnolia.
Oh dear, dear Miss Magnolia
How I miss Miss Magnolia.
Your sweet scent sent me
Somewhere else away
From the nonsense of
Battling for sense.
Haven’t climbed you since
I could dream,
I could sleep.
Climb you, climb the trees.
“Don’t let imagination die.”
Climb up, scratch up my knees
Looking for peace above the sky.
Now I try, try as I did,
To climb Magnolia who is this poem.
Now I try, try as a kid.
But my imagination is broken.
Up here I could sleep . . .
Oh! Miss Magnolia, the pain you leave.
For the child me I grieve.
And I Jump from your leaves
Fall oh so deep into
Sleep and
Leave.
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