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Flower childI was a flower child, When I looked back I smiled, I believed in love and peace, and in life's gentle breeze, My hair blows wild, And I still feel, like a flower child. There are feelings , no one sees, As I walk under the trees, I watch the golden leaves, for awhile, And I smile, There was a time when I felt wild, Now I know why I live and breathe, My heart has finally found some ease, I still look up above, and wish on the stars, I still want to make love not wars, My hair still blows wild, and I still feel, like a flower child. No virus found in this mes Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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