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There are little yellow suns in a sea of green There's only one thing this could mean Spring has come calling once again With her warm sun and growing rain. Some call them weeds, I call them treasures They're one of nature's beautiful pleasures A free gift to us after all the snow Some are in a hurry to see them go. They bring out the mowers and chop them down But they make me smile instead of frown They're bright little reminders that all is new When the cold winter winds are through. So go ahead if you must Grind them into the dust But I will enjoy them while I can Painted by Mother Nature's own hand. |
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My name is Robin Roberts, and I'm from Pennsylvania. I'm a single/divorced mother of two beautiful girls who are the lights of my world. I am also engaged to a wonderful man who lights up the other half of my world. I work as an administrative assistant and have worked in the same career field for most of my adult life. I write poetry in my spare time. I'm a Beatlemaniac, having loved the Beatles all of my life. I also enjoy other classic rock bands, but no other band/musician has captured my heart quite like those four lads from Liverpool. My interests, other than the aforementioned, include hiking/walking, camping, traveling, bowling, reading, and spending time with family and friends. |
