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Through young age, my favorite flower was the daisy
She's quaint and gentle and can grow her roots in mountaintops
The simple beauty withstands slapping gusts of misdirected winds
Sensitive thing
Tulips, they are proud
as are roses, but deservedly so
The defensive thorns are indicative
But even when understood, haughtiness is not attractive
Who's to speak for them, anyway?
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