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Picking wildflowers
skipping in the wood,
playing in the fields,
singing as a child should...
This I do in my heart,
like I was as a little one.
Full of light and beauty,
when life was easy and fun.
Now my little girls
run through flowers on the mount,
breathing in every scent...
more colors than I can count.
Wearing flowers in their hair
I remember myself as small.
It is like I am there...
loving it all and all.
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