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About This Poem
Sunflowers and Wild Flowers
In the meadow grows sunflowers and beautiful
rows of wild flowers they go on forever.
All are different shapes, sizes, heights and colors.
I walk through them with my hands rubbing across
the tops of them.
When I am done I choose just the right shape, sizes
and colors to take with me to brighten my home.
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