Apple of my Cry.

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The seeds in my smile,

Grew into sprouts in my nose

Looking for water all the while,

The leafy loon rose and rose.

Still it was too dry for the plant,

It had little time until it would die

I  saw this plant in a world of can’t,

Soon it would be the apple of my cry.

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