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A Field of Flowers

A Field Of Flowers Life has always been a field of flowers Waves of color for miles and miles Where bees are pleased with a purpose in life To pollinate, with love, is reaped with smiles The wind and breeze do tease the young to bloom to show their colors, young mothers consumed with the job, of two: the selfish pollute as patches of void have flourished: no Groom As the bee disappears; our darkened hearts The tables will turn. The teeters, won't tot And though, winters cloud may yield to the spring Without, a true love; weeds choke out the lot And yet my heart is not an empty hive I send out my love, so flowers can thrive Yet, plastic gardens are shallow at sight I will find the real thing.... before I die Life will always be a field of flowers A wave of color and chances to smile But the bee will die without purpose in life If love is not real, we cannot survive! ©2018 Jeffrey Spencer Premiere Contest NO. 175 Sponsor: Brian Strand 9/8/2018 7th Place

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Date: 9/9/2018 8:31:00 PM
Congrats on your win, Jeffrey. Well done.
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Jeffrey Spencer
Date: 9/10/2018 4:04:00 AM
Thank You, Line!

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