Pushing Daisies

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77086
United States
29° 55' 4.5048" N, 95° 29' 17.7648" W

As a kid I often picked dandelions

Because I loved to watch them fly away.

As an adult I always picked the pretty girl

And loved to watch them drift away.  As a kid I often picked roses Because I loved the pricks of their thorns As an adult I always picked the pretty girl And loved the pain  Now it just seems as if I'm pushing daisies  Wasting away my own personal growth  For a flower that won't seed Or won't even return like my perennials

This poem is about: 
Me

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