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#grower
How do you obtain the grower of love? Will it take the flight of another dove? To reach the skies and receive the light How blinded I am by your helpless sight No longer should you be so bold or rash To sit is to run and avoid the lash And look to the ground to soak in the red A flower takes time to grow from the dead From seed and patience this rose did arise To kiss the grower, a pleasant surprise
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Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC
A Florist