In all these scrapbooks:
Flowers I have liked.
Flowers I have seen.
Flowers I desired.
Flowers that itched.
Flowers that burnt.
I wonder what was mine?
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- Published: September 10th, 2025 15:20
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Comments2
The scrapbook. A fun read and one that inspires some thought and reflection.
π Thank you. Have a good time.
You are most welcome
Interesting poetry. Nice.
Thank you. π
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