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Freedom

By , Fredericksburg, VA
If I could a daffodil be,
white and orange,
wild and free,
I'd sway back and forth,
and welcome the bees,
to see..
if they could take my nectar from me.
And with the sun and rain,
I would grow,
til Autumn bids that I must go.





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