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My father's affectionate love
Made his flowers bloom
He admires them and
They send his gloom
He pampers his flowers
As if they are his children
But for them all
The perfect father he is one
The beautiful buds and flowers
Decorate my terrace
On the cool rhythmic breeze
They dance with grace
The scene when the
Newly opening bud is shaping
That moment is worth
Experiencing
The grown up flowers
Result in a peace of mind
Which is immensely important
For the entire man kind.
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