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perspective poem
January 6, 2022
A large field of a million me’s.
New me’s growing every day.
The people that come by every day,
just to take pictures with us.
They grab me and I snug right under their noses.
The sun shines down on me.
The sprinklers give me water.
I come around once a year.
The cold is not my friend.
My beautiful range of colors is what people like about me.
Oh, I love being a tulip.
© Anonymous
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this poem is about a Tulip's view on life.