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Jun 2016
Her name is that of a flower
much like the ones you find
in the middle of a beautiful field
just living life and being so beautiful
without much effort
just swaying in the wind
and kissing the morning sunshine
smiling at the ladybugs as they flit by
she is just like that flower
innocent, a part of nature and
a glorious sight for sore eyes
I long to pick her
and put her in a vase
to capture her essence
but alas, we all know what happens
when we take a flower from
it's natural home
and ask it to live life to it's fullest
while it's roots are drowning in tap water
no daisy picking today
Sir Jeffrey Langston III
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Sir Jeffrey Langston III  Camelot
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