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Mud And Flower Pies (Childhood Memories)I used to love doing this Whenever I went outside, I used to gather pretty, colorful flowers And make up some mud pies. I'd gather up some dirt Get myself a long stick, Add a few cups of water I didn't want it to dry too quick. I'd throw in some petals Off the flowers that I had, Stir the ingredients together It didn't look half bad. I would mix it all up And pack it all down, My friends always said They were the best pies in town. Cpyright Cynthia Jones Oct.25/2006 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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