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When I was in hard You made me in comfort   When I thought myself low You taught me to glow  
Once your parents had planted a nutritious seed of hope the seed germinated and took a shape of a bud bud took the shape of a flower and seed became flower because your parents watered it
Her lips, sweet wet lips, hundred roses in their burst, can't with them compete. #haiku
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