Flowers
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Amna Haroon, Grade 1
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Poetry
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2017
Flowers grow in the hot sun
And I eat a nice bun
They cannot talk
Or even walk
Flowers cannot be black
Or even put in a sack
Flowers can be blue
But not glue
They cannot eat
But we eat meat
Their stems are green
But not very mean
They need light
But they dont have sight
They grow in the grass
But they dont need brass
We have feet
But they dont need a seat