A flower grew amongst the weeds

It sheltered there for those to see

No one came and

No one saw

It bowed it's head and flowered no more

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But to it's memory it's seeds did come

And pushed the busy weeds away

Each year they called their pretty song

Until a child did come and sing along

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If I were a month I would be: April (of course)
If I were a day of the week I would be: Friday
If I were a time of day I would be: Middle of the night
If I were a sea animal I would be: Monaray Eel (ok i may have spelt that wrong, bite me!)
If I were a direction I would be: opoisit to what you say
If I were a piece of furniture I would be: book shelves
If I were a sin I would be: pride
If I were an historical figure I would be: a samari
If I were a liquid I would be: water
If I were a stone I would be: hard to find
If I were a tree I would be: oak
If I were a bird I would be: a hawk
If I were a flower/plant I would be: daisy
If I were a kind of weather I would be: mild
If I were a musical instrument I would be: a drum
If I were a colour I would be: black
If I were an emotion I would be: clam
If I were a vegetable/fruit I would be: potatoe
If I were a sound I would be: a sudden breeze
If I were an element I would be: air
If I were a song I would be: a blues song (or by Sting)
If I were a number I would be: 13