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6d
After every flower,
There's someone tending to it with care.
Through every storm and season's test,
Ensuring it survives,
And someday, blooms its best.
Or simply keeps on blooming,
Until there are no seasons
And no more storms to fight.
This poem is for my dear mother.
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Stardust
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     Maybelater2, rick, DL, Dorothea Daisy, GR and 2 others
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