A flower was stepped on today
A flower withered and cried
The children all played and laughed
But the owner would not stand
A flower was blue and weak
The children grew strong and hard
So the owner made a feast
A flower was off to sleep
The children ate all the gifts
The owner laughed and smiled
A flower woke up to death
The children were brought to graves
The owner was nowhere seen
A flower grew strong again
New children grew good and kind
The owner had dug his grave
So his flower would smile again
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The Full Jar
Poetry'Cause feelings can't be contained and when the lid falls down we need poetry
