"Akin to the white flower that stems forth from the bindweed:
a beauteous trumpet adornèd with petals pure-looking,
which strangles the fruitful berry-bush;
So then the innocent looking pretty petals belie a smothered torment,
turning red-ripe rasberries to withered rot;
Aye, the knot-weed too taketh over the verdant patch, starving the other flora.
It's yellow horn so pretty looking,
yet dig beneath the surface, and an unsuspecting caretaker finds a near indestructable root.
Flame nor foul concoctive poison can stave its growth.
The gardener cuts it back with a thirsty blade,
trimming the tangled creepers away from more fruitful and deserving plants."
Maxwell Latham.
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