I wrote this after finishing the book where the red fern grows.)
In between the Graves it grows,
It's red leaves sway as the wind blows,
They say it was planted by and angel,
Somewhere distant and far,
But where this plant grows,
I know where my dogs are.
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Randomfinally my sun as it kisses my face, my sun as i lay in my favorite place, it warms my thigh, finally my sun in the bright blue sky, lost in the ocean colour, its beams shine like a world of wonder, as it coreses the leave less trees throught there...
