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Mar 2020
My flower grows, my flower grows.
Up and up, it rose and rose.
To the sun and through the trees.
Past the grass and past the seas.
Up and up, it grew so high.
Finally my flower reached the sky.
Isabella
Written by
Isabella  19/F/USA
(19/F/USA)   
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   kier and Reyna
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