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Apr 2016
You wore flowers in your hair,
When you were twelve.
Your mother had always
called you her dandelion.
You wore flowers in your hair.
When you were seventeen.
But your mother tells you now
that dandelions
are just
weeds.
B Irwin
Written by
B Irwin  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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