pumpkin patch
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You are the last pumkin.
Left bruised and misshapen,
Nobody wants you.
So you simply sit there,
Watching even the most desperate of people
Give you a look of disgust,
And walk on by.
My lips purse and blow
It clouds and floats away
I watch intently
And blow again
It reminds me
Of when we were kids.