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Dec 2012
Next to the daisy's of my perception
grows rows of sunflowers.
(A field of my imagination)
Nearby, I did pick some roses by the stems.
They build on that wall I put up at times.
If I pluck a few daffodils, maybe they'll replace
that sadness with laughter.
Grace
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Grace  United States
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