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Thursday, November 18, 2010

Tulips

Don’t pick a flower
Before its time.
Starts as an onion
Cut it, you’ll whine.

Tulips:
A kiss,
They bloom.

Give it time to bloom
And nurture a while.
What once made you cry,
Grows: makes you smile.

Two lips:
A kiss.
They bloom.

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