POEM | WILD FLOWER

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Born from an old and wise enchanted flower,
A Rose grew with magic power,

A happy cuddly bud of a child,
Who was at times a little wild,

Though she often may shed her thorns,
A kindred spirit lives within,

And even though she might play tricks,
On you and yours, to get her kicks,

She is deep down a lovely flower,
And once her friend, her friend she will shower.

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Inspired by Bugs Larnia

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