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A precious, single wildflower
All alone in a field
Of plush-green,

Ineludible beauty,
She stands-out in this meadow,
More beautiful than anything
My naked eyes
Have ever seen.

Alone, she stands tall,
Drawn to the sunlight,
Her beauty radiant
Like the sun,

As the sun sets,
On the plush-green blanket,
Gently she rests her fragile head;
Her moonlight dreams
Have now begun.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
I've got a Tin Man heart
Wound up nice and tight
Goes off when it falls in love
Lets me know when the time is right

Instead of on my chest or sleeve
I hold it tightly in my hand
So you can see its ringing needs
And help fill its demands

Though shiny on the outside
The pretty parts that can be seen
A past mix of dust and flakes of rust
Sometimes grind the gears beneath

If ever it gets broken
It easily can be fixed
I have a friend who is a Wiz
When it comes to things like this

I've got a Tin Man heart
That beats to be free
You'll often find me wind it tight
Hoping to never lose that beat
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