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 My 4th Version of FLOWERS They sprout as if they were a turtle They grow like little weeds with pedals I think flowers have a little world And when it rains the clouds are Like a wild sprinkler in the sky Also they talk by smelling different They smell like happiness, sadness, existent, and more Well if it won’t rain than that problem I wish it would rain from head to bottom Please have it rain oh I’m tired of sun All I want is to have is to have some fun! The flowers they’ll freeze When cold winter breeze, fills the air No one will see them outside But yet they will come and be so pretty Come spring again the flowers will sprout Everyone will scream and shout FOR FLOWERS, FOR FLOWERS they are here!!!! THE ENDS!! Article posted March 2, 2010 at 07:01 PM • comment (1) • Reads 295 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments  ER, You have a lot of great ideas in your poem. Your word choice is strong and has moments of brilliance. I love "they smell like happiness, sadness, existence and more and like a wild sprinkler in the sky.
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