Yellow and gold..
everyone tries to get hold..
and pull me out..
So pretty indeed I'm really just a little weed..
A flower that you just can't get rid of..
The more you try to justify and though you try and try..
You'll never wipe me out..completely..
There must be some reason..why I'm still around..
I just lay there and cover the ground..
I like to take that which doesn't belong..to me..
Candy taken from my Mommies stomach and given to my baby..
Fall down like so many matchsticks blown out before the fire even get's a chance to start..
So just drink me down..it'll only burn for a little bit and before too long it'll feel good again..
Just so simple like painting my fingers red and reaching out for a little sunshine..
And pretend there's something in what I just said..
So pull another flower from up off the ground..to some I'm a pest and to others they put me in their hair..
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by Rick Weber
June 3, 2014
2300 hours
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