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Baby Plants

Babies soft fingers and their tiny toes, are like lucious petals on a bright red rose. Little wild mushrooms like babies bald heads, constantly growing in most flower beds. Their fingerprints, white stars in the sky, and the rain, oh the rain, the tears babies cry. The sound little rattles make when thrown on the floor, like the noise of the thunder when it's starting to pour. Babies are like flowers, tulips or lilacs, a daisy a rose. Babies soft fingers, and their tiny toes.

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