I picked a pretty flower
From a lush meadow
To take as my own
Little did I know about its upkeep
Delicate and tender
Needing care and affection
Would I be able to provide?
For sure I know
I would give my all
To see it bloom
How the mind thinks no one knows for sure. What it thinks, some of it can be witnessed on this page.
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