Actually (you cant have known this, so dont worry) it was about this story my mum told me when we were walking down the street; she said that there was this guy who went around every summer cutting down a particular flower (agapanthus) all along his street before they could bloom. Really bizarre. It was on the news, and I thought...weirdo! So I had to write it into a poem. And I figured, what would make him do that? The answer is in the poem.
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