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Flowers

Down by the garden where the butterflies fly

One little lady bug about to cry

Over on the left way up high

One little rose sittin’ all alone

Over on the right way down low

Two big tulips are slow to grow

Over in the alley way in the corner

Three Lilies shine while Mrs. Gorner

Walks by and sees a bird fly.

Over in the meadow where the sun shines bright

Four medium hibiscuses just right

Five flowers all in a different place

They all stand out and make the world a better place

Poem by Lily Krause

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Woody Says:
May 20th, 2009 at 11:10 am
Lily is truly a gifted and loving child.

Pops

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