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First Posted 30-Sep-2014 They remain, every spring a new blossoming. The marigolds and black-eyed-susans in bloom, Their scent, their colors, petals soft and sweet. Some with seeds I can eat, Others hot with summer’s passion, Showing a little stigma but not too much. They look at me less now, I,Continue Reading