Oh Little Bloom In A Field
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Peter S. Quinn
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Oh little bloom in a field,
You live once then you die;
When your colors are relieved,
Down your seeds fall and fly.
Beauty you gave to enjoys,
Both for man and beast;
Until wilt you destroys,
You're small, but not least.
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