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Flower Poems
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The World's Like a Flower The world’s like a flower
Either fallen or grown
The leaves cover secrets
And the pedals are shown
We're like a flower
The world's like a rose
Every rose has its thorns
If we make a mistake
The skin gets torn
We're like a flower
The world's like a daisy
Pretty and bright
We all have our colors
But in a way we're just right
We're like a flower
The world's like a flower
All the thorns will pass through
The world's like a flower
Just waiting to bloom Free Faller
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Springtime weather gives ample opportunity for outdoor gatherings. When you, the gracious host, have to pull double duty as BBQ chef, many of your guests will no doubt join you in the backyard. You may have an entire house full of fine art but at a BBQ, it's your yard that needs to dress to impress.
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