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The clock was running and the hour was late my mind was racing at a crazy rate the traffic on the road was oh so dense big trucks roared by, their drivers were tense. My troubled mind was blue but I looked up and saw a sprinkled wealth of buttercup. And then I knew that even in delay the fate awaiting later in the day would not be something that I had to fight for I’d remember then this splendid sight . Along the way bluebonnets were ablaze swaying in the wind and giving praise. If on my path misfortune should I cross when I encounter pain and suffer loss I hope I can recall the glory of this drive give thanks and praise that I too am alive. I hope that on my journey I’ll look up and see the sprinkled wealth of buttercup.
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Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 3:17 PM UTC
Buttercups