Not all flowers do look nice
Not all flowers do smell good
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The days are growing longer, warmer
The snows are less often, lighter
Soon the storms will turn to rain
And no longer will I need to plow
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How can I teach you to see
the blue of the sky in a hummingbird egg
born to fly as the color does show
or here's the ocean waves
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today upon an endless trail
that seems endless going straightly on
though there are traps hidden upon
into which I stumble every one
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Bitter night
seventeen degrees
all is covered
in frozen white
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Auburn hair in long waves falls
bright sunlight glistens red highlights
tight ringlet of curls on forehead found
all flows lightly upon the breeze
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Once upon a time
A man needed to measure
Everyone in the land
For the king could know
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A line is drawn
To say this is mine
Here I decide
What are the rules
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