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Friend When I Needed One
Alice Elizabeth Thompson
Flowers become you
As rain becomes spring
Or sun becomes summer
As colors become autumn
Or snow becomes winter
Flowers become you
In rainbowed, dappled hues.
With slender hands so gentle
And touch as soft as morning dew
I think of you always as doing
That for which you were made
Laughing in the sunlight
With flowers that never fade
For B.W.
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