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Jul 2015
Let us not forget who here is in power, it’s the biggest, prettiest flower. Whose leaves are most luscious, developed and flush. Where the birds and the bees flock with most rush. Now we must ask “what makes the pedals so plush”? Is it the softness or color? One’s sense of smell or what makes one blush? The answer is all. Altogether. All mushed. For it’s the flower in power who has the most push, the greener the stem the greater the bush.
Written by
Nathaniel Anderson  Ballwin
(Ballwin)   
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   Cecil Miller
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