20.3.05

now just cos i can

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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