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Marrigolds.

Marrigolds.
Bright yellows, oranges, and reds.
All put into one, flower bed.

I remember planting so many,
while you bent down to kiss my forehead.
You would sit and watch, as i did,
and i would smile till the end.

Cause when we were all done,
your smile was enough.
Your hands would grasp mine,
and you would look into my eyes,
and id see your proudness.

Marrigolds where your favorite flower,
so bold, bright, and cheerfull.
Just like you. :)

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©9 January 2012 - 5:39pm — Elfy
9 January 2012 - 5:40pm — thisisme789
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Awws. That's a sweet poem! I

Awws. That's a sweet poem! I like it!

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9 January 2012 - 5:44pm — Elfy
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Thanks :D. It was about my

Thanks :D. It was about my grandma, i used to plant marrigolds for her, when i was little. Me and her were super close.

-Elfy*

9 January 2012 - 6:00pm — thisisme789
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That's cute! My grandmother

That's cute! My grandmother is horrible to me... More so when I was younger, but I haven't been able to forgive her for treating me like garbage, so we are not close at all.

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