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Simple TresureI chased fireflies in the night skies. I chased butterflies in the morning sunrise. When I was a child, I picked the flowers wild. The pleasure Id fined, in the treasure of a dandelion. I made a chain of clover, and played Red Rover, and Hide and Seek, With Angel dust on my cheek. When Coke was a dime. Those childhood memories stay in my mind. I always smiled ,when I was a child, With pleasure at the wild flowers I'd find., And the simple treasure of a dandelion. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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