Crimson’s Creative Challenge
Primmy Primrose, prim and proper
Won’t look up till a new Spring calls her
Calls with balmy sun and melting snow
With whispered winds that gently blow
No torn leaves and tattered petals
For Primmy Primrose is too precious
crispina kemp 
Cute!
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I confess, for once inspiration wasn’t flowing
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Still it’s a lovely poem
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Thank you. I promise I’ll try better next time 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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She is rather sweet, I say! 🙂
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Love primroses. And I thought I was going to write something better than this. But… not on form that day!
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They are pretty. Remind me of giant strawberry flowers…
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Same family… as is the rose
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The other day my partner asked what the flower in the grass was and I told her primrose but the flowers hadn’t opened yet – she said that was very sensible given that it had been snowing all week!
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That brought a chuckle. And this past week I’ve seen so much frost-damage to petals on early flowers. But they survive… just not so perfect for my lens!
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