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The Pansy
Step on me today
You'll see me tomorrow,
Still loving myself
A trait you can borrow
The bumblebees know me
And so do the birds,
Butterflies aren't flustered
By silly, silly words
With sticks and stones
Piled 'neath my feet,
Along with the manure
I grow in the heat
I've got the sunshine
And I've got the rain,
The worms in my garden
The windchimes' refrain
I've got many friends
Who are one in the same,
So, call me a pansy
What's in a name?
Copyright ©
Kelly Deschler
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