Little Flowers

I used to pick little flowers

Out in the backyard

They were scattered here and there

And finding them wasn't too hard


I'd gather a bunch

Then sit in the grass

I'd pluck the petals out

Carefully, as though they were glass


"He loves me, he loves me not"

I'd repeat the saying

And when I got love

I'd smiled and continue playing

◄ I Look Forward To It

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