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No idea what this is, but I call it "Spikey Ball Flower" Very scientific huh?
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Sitting Duck
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It was an itsy bitsy, teeny weeny... post office.
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The water is the same on both sides of the boat.
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I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.
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He loves me, he loves me not.
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White as those leaves, just blown apart, are the folds of thy own young heart.
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People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
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Each flower is a soul opening out to nature.
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How sweet to be a cloud floating in the blue.
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Mock Orange
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It is not the moon, I tell you. It is these flowers lighting the yard.
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Stop mocking me!
tarabunnyears:
To see a hillside white with dogwood bloom is to know a particular ecstasy of beauty.
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After all, I don't see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.
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Flowers are happy things.
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If you've never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom.
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Sweet Magnolia
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From the withered tree, a flower blooms
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If dandelions were hard to grow, they would be most welcome on any lawn.
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Reaching up to the Spring sun.
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Where flowers bloom so does hope.
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Daffy-down-dilly came up in the cold, through the brown mould although the March breeze blew keen on her face, although the white snow lay in many a place.
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Spring has arrived.
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The proud daisy.
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Raindrops
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“How sweet to be a cloud floating in the blue!”
