No more Asters for me
To stink in my flowervase
They are better in mud
Don’t ask me why I plucked them
One simply has to, you see.
You look bewildered my friend,
Don’t pluck at your guitar so hard
It’s your turn now
To go plucking Asters.
-1991
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