C. Helen McCullum Poems

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All The Little Pansies Dropped Their Heads

I saw faces in the pansies, that lined the old, brick walk.
They seemed to smile and greet me-although; they could not talk.
They glistened in the sun-light, displaying all their hue-
The tiny tear-drops in their eyes, were drips of morning-dew. I know pansies don't have faces, it's only make-believe-
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