There was something by P
There was a boy.
When he had a dream.
The dream was so distant.
It began to distance things.
They asked how he felt.
He replied cold when there is no snow.
He wanted a flower.
The weather did not let it grow.
There was a boy.
A Garden filled with beautiful flowers.
He had tools and every hoe.
A beautiful bouquet tied with rope.
They asked for a gi...
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