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Sep 2014
The Sunflower gleamed beneath the moon,
it's petals shown as if it were noon.

As evening tide washed over me
it's golden glow is all I could see.

The sunflower shines both day and night.
The beauty of it's blossom creates it's own light.
Written by
Mary Beth Lesko
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