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Perennial Bloom | ||
| Some flowers die with the first blast of frost. Others are ready to thrive at all cost. Some spring back beautiful year after year, Never exhausting their life forces here. I would be like the perennial bloom, Never expecting destruction and doom. Though I may shrink from the mean wintry chill I shall not sacrifice life for a thrill. Day after day I shall wake all refreshed, Ready to give it my pink-petal best. I shall not copy the bloom for a day, Rather electing the full course to stay. | ||
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