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Nov 6
Every Flower,
Has its own appointed hour.
The words you utter in secret,
Are heard upon God's ear.
Plant it in your mind's eye,
And nurture it in your heart's fire.
The signs will be soon to follow,
Bridging you to your desire.
Written by
Flowerhead  23/M/South Africa
(23/M/South Africa)   
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   Oginni Damilola
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