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My Tumble weed
Oh how the love of this earth
has filled mine heart with joy,
and how sad it is to know that,
my life will soon;
all together end
…and she asked;
“My dear friend, why so soon?”
“My precious flower, my tumble weed”,
I quickly did reply;
“A hundred years, even two, would never
do,
you see…
I have ‘lil Noah,
Butter Cups,
and sundry rainbows
which I have never seen
Adding up my fingers and toes
was hard enough to do
And now my precious flower,
my tumble weed…
I
have
you”
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