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I wish I knew how to please a flower.
To make it grow from the palm of my
Hand. To give it love, a love that would
Out last time. I want this flower, my flower
to be perfect. I want the petals to be white,
a pure white. And I want the stem to be full
and moist so it may not dry and break with the
Simplest touch. I know that what I ask can only
Be fore filled in dreams…but I hope that in a day
Or in a century I may find this flower. Then I would
Know how to please it.