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Discovering The GardenUnder the summer sun Baby loves to roam, Crawling around outside Not too far from her home. She sees the pretty butterfly Sitting atop a flower, Sits there and giggles at it As it flutters, with such power. Baby crawls to the garden And discovers lovely flowers there, Picks a bright yellow daffodil Tries to put it in her hair. She plays with the flowers For hours at a time, Mama finally finds her amongst them Thinks it looks simply divine. Copyright Cynthia Jones Oct.24/2006 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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