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Conversation with my son–About flowers
“Child, look for flowersIn our fields; they are there.There is a kind that growsOut of hungering soil,In spite of stiffened earth –In our fields. “There is a kind that teethes on rock,Thrives on the trampled leavings;This is a kind that will not dieUnsunnedIn our fields. “Don’t bother your head with roses!You will not want to…
