A Poem Finding Flowers ~ With A Festoon Of Flowers In Bloom
Finding Flowers
When I was a child ~ I mistakenly thought…
A weed was a flower ~ Until I was taught —
Then I grew up & found out wrong;
Some weeds are flowers ~
Grown wild and strong.
Valerie Hayes
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