Haste, Yet Not Wasted

Oh! My wild cherry blossom,

In your haste, you’re doomed to fail

By booming so far out of season.

You’ll bear no fruit for man or bird.

Did you not know it’s winter now?

It’s nearly Christmas! That’s absurd!

But never fear, my flowery friend,

Your wild haste is far from wasted

For in this frigid winter place

You’ve brought a smile to this grim face.

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