Mary, Mary

by reginadee2014

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Mary, Mary

Regina Puckett


Mary, Mary, how does your garden grow

In this world troubled by so much woe?

Tears rain until they flood the earth’s surface

Pain and hungry distract us from our purpose

Politicians are so busy planting choking weeds

Enjoying the party while the entire world bleeds

Mary, Mary, put away your seeds and run away

And we’ll try to plant a better garden another day