speaking of flowers
No, I did not write this poem:
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I AM A FLOWER
by Alice Rose Crow
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I am
A perennial Alaska wildflower
The wind and birds spread my seed
sometimes in flooded marshes
or along abandoned roadsides
mostly where human beings do not step
??????????human eyes cannot see
I come back most years
??????????even if ever so briefly
Even after hard, cold winters
I am a flower because I bloom, wilt, blossom, wilt, bloom and wilt, blossom and wilt
On and on until my roots are yanked out or rot
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I do not transplant easily
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Once, I was sunning myself on the roadside
knowing nothing of easements
and visibility requirements
without a care.
Then one night
the Thrasher came
and whacked me to the ground
Uglily
in the best interest of those who travel along
by where I live
At first, I seemed dead
But my roots spread wide
And I emerged again
Now I know the Thrasher will come again
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Still I enjoy my long days in the sun
And the rainy days, they keep my roots strong and growing
I look to fall, when my seeds ready themselves to fly away
In winter I am quiet and still, blanketed under snow
When spring comes and I am chilled by wet mud
I know this too will pass.
I am a Flower because I was created as a flower
I am a flower even after the Thrasher comes
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Even then
I am
A flower
i hate call waiting. i'll bathtub your face. 
