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Thursday, April 7, 2011

We have a poet in the family

a poem by Megan, my grand niece.....

The Tiny Sprout

Once I saw a flower grow

You know?

1st a tiny sprout

then the roots have a route

to grow out

then the leaves grow out

for the rose

to propose

to the sun and say,

"make a flower of me one day."

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