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The Flower

Our lives are indeed much like a flower. We can be dainty,soft to the touch and easily bruised. Some of us are vivid,ornate & unusual. Others,simple and small. In the days of warmness, we shall thrive and bloom. In the cold,we lie dormant;still but not dead. If given the proper attention, we shall all last a number of years. And if not,cherish the memories,always...Love makes for longevity...

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Date: 5/11/2011 11:24:00 PM
Hehehe. I know you could classify some as a rose, wonderful to look at and smell from a distance but YOUCH! that thorn hurts:) R.M.
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Date: 4/26/2011 7:50:00 AM
The flower metaphor is quite good. An inventive and expressive poem.
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