October 21, 2011
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Flowers, roses all in the garden
The baby giggles and plays in the pen
The bright colors of pinks and reds
Make the baby turn her head
The aroma of sweetness fills the air
Giving the baby not the littlest scare
No one is afraid of flowers
She grabs a flower
But her mom says no
And the baby cries as they leave to go
They left the park
Never came back
But the baby always remembered that smell.

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