Petals

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Petals by Matthew Keuter Petals from our bouquets Float down toward the river. Each shock of color Looks like a pinwheel Turning in the wind, So light that even still air might hold them up, But they drift down down down Each petal lands On the water. In the current They are swept Under the bridge. We run to the other side! ™ © Advanced Assessment Systems/LinkIt! Duplication is restricted to licensees only.

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