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Day 7 Rhythm and Rhyme |
| Dried out, left to die You wither away--forgotten Hidden within the backyard You were once so beautiful You wither away--forgotten A distant memory to all Once you held stunning flowers Sprouting from every direction Hidden within the backyeard You sit in your resting place A personal burial ground Unnoticed to those who pass You were once so beautiful Full of flowers from Mom's garden But, with Mom gone you stand alone Barren from color you shall remain |