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Saturday nights can be such a bore I can feel fed up and say no more - looking spaced at the door.
I know your there beside me,but I don't care to look, because there you are with your pint-- falseness aglow.
It is the falseness that I hate when there's so much more to truth.
Why hide the beauty that comes from truth - replacing it with ugliness coming from falsehood.
Like a wood we people are - like trees we're just as strong ,if we feed the right information then we can't go wrong.
To live by truth is hardest but the greatest challenge to. It's the way God wants it - hard but true.

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Like flowers we people are all growing at our own pace.Dandalion I'll call my flower as I think of you.
Bright to look at ,soft to the touch ,the colour of the sun - the dandelion of beauty so true.
Happy dancing in the sun as days and weeks pass by - the sun not so bright in the sky. Petals falling one by one,
Oh! Dandelion why ? Dandelion I love you much.
I stand - watch - wait what can this be? I feel a pain a little hurt, my dandelions petals falling in the dirt.
The tears I wipe from my eyes. Oh? Dandelion your so deceiving .Dandelion your slowly changing.
It's natures way it's worth waiting .As I wait I think a lot. Knowing it's hard but also true the joy received from trying
is worth all the hardships I go through.
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A surprise I get - what's this I see my dandelion all fluffy. Instead of yellow I now see white ,more soft and gentle as before,
Reminding me of a door - please open let me see more.Oh! how happy I am dandelion of truth.
Quiet contented I sit there - contented to stare. As you sway in the wind I know there's more to you .Now as I feel I understand
Gently I hold out my hand to touch my dandelion of truth. I get the feeling there and then being true means everything.
To live by truth is constant change like a beautiful story without an end. My dandelion that I have touched I know you've still
To tell me much. As the wind blows more and more the fluffy bits float through the air. On there end a seed of truth.
Searching out a place to grow so there will be constantly more.


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My dandelion I see you now your fluffy coat no more. You've left me see you through to the core - now I know you more.
The more I see, the more I care and want to protect you from outsiders because deep inside you are like me needing love and
understanding. I've being with you dandelion - watching you grow and change I've come to a new understanding.
The core I see is good to me.Wist! oh! Dandelion don't cry. The core you see is part of me come on give understanding!!
If the core was no more I'd be no more demanding. Time and patients it all takes to dissolve and rid of all. When all is past
And time comes round true dandelion I know, you'll be there complete as before all orange with petals galore. This time I know
I'll know you more because I watched and seen. True dandelion as you dance in the sun I know you through to the core.
Dandelion I love you for the story that you tell a message from God as well.

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