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Dandelions Dandelions will grow, their heads tossed golden into the breezes blow. In spite of mans' persistance, dandelions will grow Dandelions will grow, their heads held highly. Weeds to the world they're known. In spite of sought perfection, dandelions will grow Dandelions will grow, their fight, to live and flurish they grow, their seeds to sow. In spite, it's my prediction, dandelions will grow. |
Additional Notes:
Just a little poem to remind us that life is what is delt to us..no matter how we try to make our lives perfect..we need the "dandelions"..to make us appreciate what we have, and accept the things we can not change.
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