Harold Buggage Jr.
Wildflowers - Poem by Harold Buggage Jr.
everywhere scattering here,
scattering there Living out among
the wild Remembering the
memories of the
inner child Decorating upon the
meadows road soothing those who
weep and loathe In the wind they
wave and wane On the ground they lay
out, like colored rain
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