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Jan 2015
Why do I feel the need to fit a mold
'Cause truth be told
As I get old
I find myself ever-changing

Why must I define what I believe
'Cause new facts that I receive
Alter what I conceive
It makes me ever-growing

I cannot say I'm black or blue
'Cause truth be told I'm every hue
It's all too true
That we're forever-thriving
the spicy dandelion
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the spicy dandelion  New Jersey
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