Poor Katrina worked so hard
for everything she's got, though she
thinks it's very little.
But to me she's the richest woman in the world.
No, she doesn't own a nice car or a big house.
No her yard is not full of roses and daisies.
For she knows that if in her
mind she thinks of roses, everything she
sees will be a rose.
So, for now though I can't afford roses
imagine that they are...
my dandeliones for mommy
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