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Flowerchild
A long time ago
and far, far away,
lived a pretty little flowerchild
who dreamed all day.
Sometimes a rabbit,
sometimes a bird,
often times a butterfly,
(some were quite obsurd.)
She floated through the meadow
and climbed high into trees,
she danced among the dandelions
and sang tunes of the breeze.
A whisper and a giggle,
she speaks nonsense to them all,
A babble and some babytalk
when playpals come to call.
She's happy in the forest,
or swimming in the stream.
The sunlight is her mother
with hair of golden gleam.
To tame this child is tricky,
in bath she won't partake,
she'd rather scrub with branches
and clean up in the lake.
So let her live her childhood,
just simply smile and nod,
Laugh with her and love her,
this wondrous child of God.
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