Dirty Secret

The dirt has a secret

A dirty secret to tell

Ever since the leaves

On the dirty secret fell

To protect the secret

Where it now slept

Hiding in dirt

Under a sky that wept

Down on the secret

It covered leaves with ice

Until that spring day

The weather turned nice

Forcing the dirty secret

Out in May

Bulbs in dirt

Became a floral display

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