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September 15, 2011
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When
One seed
Is all that remains
From the head of a sunflower,
Long withered adn desiccated,
You can hold the seed
In your palm.
The oval shape,
like a beacon
Of hope.
And with a tendful hand
You will soon see a sprout
So perfectly pure,
So perfectly sure.





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