Flowers In a Rows
Flowers in a rows, white ones and violets.
Plots and beds and rows.
Simmering in the sun and the heat.
Planted by a gardener, using hands of love.
One sometimes stands out.
Beating all the rest, looking so much better than the rest.
A whiteflower rose. Full of smile and blest.
Iff eye were a youngish man and just a little younger
than i am,
a thorn is in my side,
when eye think of all eye am.
A wonderfull friend is all can She bee.
And eye am gratefully happy to bee.
A amiga to a whiteflower , to thee.
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