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Dec 2018
As I sit in the fields of flowers n grass
I pick the smalls one
I look at it
I keep it
I let it go
Where ends up no one will ever know
Could grow again you never know
It could lay there wishing someone would hold it tight and never let it go
That poor little flower will never know
I feel bad I let it go
I go and find it
I pick it up
And hold it tight
Telling it I will never let ya go
Written by
tina lombardo  36/F/Kentville ns
(36/F/Kentville ns)   
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