Flower Boys of Flore Street

Baskets of straw holding beautiful flowers, My lone heart in flore street,oh how I miss the flower boys, Floating in flower fields with the butterflies riding the winds, How I miss the boys,the flower boys of flore street, Rose boys,lily boys,daisy boys,sunflower boys, Beautiful they were,each unique in his own, Winter came- I long to see the boys,the flower boys, What happened to them,what happened to the boys, The cheerful and colorful boys, I remember in the far distance of my jogged up memory, How they play on flore street.... Or how they used to play, Growing up is addicting, But fear consumes me without the boys, Growing up without the boys, ..........Flower boys of flore street, Rose boys,lily boys,daisy boys, sunflower boys, Baskets of straw holding beautiful flowers, How I miss the flower boys of flore street.