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They Love My Flowers
They love my flowers
As they smell them in the air,
I think they are trying
To put daffodils in their hair.
The little fairies visit me
Whenever I am outside,
They love to laugh, play
And really love to hide.
I see them in my gardens
Each and every day,
I just can't seem
To make them go away.
I rather like them here
Playing amongst my flowers,
So long as they try not
To zap me with their wand powers.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Oct.24/2006
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They Love My Flowers
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