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Mar 2016
They were like flowers
all lined in a row
Each one was my friend

Assorted colors
shapes and sizes
So many beautiful friends

Some were wild while others conformed
fancy and fragrant and oh so brilliant
Fitting in with my friends

Cruel and harsh soft petals disguised
bearing thorns, prickling needles
And yes these were my friends

I liked the seeds that grew in one of them
they called her Sunflower
My very best friend!
Lisa Gray
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Lisa Gray
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