Liberal Pansies

I have a question.

I made up a poem about pansies once, and my politics are fairly liberal. So does that make me one of those liberal pansies I hear a lot about when I read weblogs online? Perhaps.

It was fall. The sky was a featureless grey. There were puddles in the parking lot from the rain the night before. My son and I were on our way to the donut shop. We always went there on Saturday mornings, but that day we took a shortcut.

We walked between two buildings and by a manicured garden next to a green park bench along the sidewalk. There at our feet was a carpet of purple (or were they blue?) pansies.

We had been talking about poems. (Who knows why.) And it was time for an example. The flowers presented an opportunity, and I quickly constructed some lines of rhyming doggerel about walking to a donut shop, smelling sweet smells in the air and walking by pansies.

Oh, wait. I can smell them now. They weren't pansies; they were petunias. Yes. The poem was about petunias.

So I guess that answers my question.

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