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Aug 2014
You, a sunflower, if I could be, at all,
you do not clench to the wall,
and there you stand, tall, *****,
to gaze upon this blooming earth,
I know I am bounded
to grip the brick wall,
and climb towards a heaven,
to where you are so humble,
I don't think I will fall,
when you know, you'll do.
Joseph Hart
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Joseph Hart  Virginia
(Virginia)   
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