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Pink Lilly
Crisp and swift the north wind blows
Leaving only a note before she left long ago
He cried for days and had no words to explain
Spoke to mother.
Crisp and swift the north wind blows
Spring came, mom called saying this might be silly
Son, I need your help to plant these bulbs; he mutters really?
Planting bulbs with his mother
Warm and sweet the south wind blows
He first glanced upon...
Thursday 18th February 2016 1:27 am
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