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Flowers In A Tea CupFlowers in a tea cup Sit on the floor, Picked by the little girl Walking through the door. She collected them for mommy And she is proud of herself, Mommy promised top put them Upon the glass shelf. The little girl is only But, a cute three year old, She plays with her toys When winds turn bitterly cold. Flowers in a tea cup Now, sit upon the glass shelf, This little girl has been filled with glee Today, she picked the flowers herself. Copyright Cynthia Jones Oct.16/2006 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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