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Amuse: Little flower

Dear Little Flower sitting,

On the wooden plate

I can’t help but wonder

Why you glow, so red,

Will it be, the squirrel

Asked you out

And now, you’re red with blush?

By Oke Iroegbu

Finance Graduate, Bibliophile and Bard of Ovim, his hometown. Read more at www.oiroegbu.com/about

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