My Hope
One day I was a flower
The next I was a ball of fuzz
Waiting for nothing
One day children came out to play all day
One saw me and picked me and blew
The fuzz ran from me gone
The kid dropped me and left me to shrivel up and die
I found out the fuzz were seeds, my kids
The seeds are my only hope
The seeds are my kids, they are me
Make me proud my children.
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