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A yellow roadside flower Free as the wind that blows Basks in an afternoon shower She's free, and it shows She's not confined by a fence Or anything along those lines Independent in every sense Dare someone say, "She's mine" Everyone adores her Only some are brave to pick She looks so good there To uproot would make me sick Please leave her there But, cultivate her seeds Disperse them in the air To thrive around weeds
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