In the Flowers

My notebook           F
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               O p e n to your page,

That photo of you

sitting on your dad’s lap in The Flowers of California.

That photo of you

just after you swam.

That photo of you

in that ugly flower print dress,
                     it F
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                                    S to your

feet,

kisses your ankles,
 and

                                                d  r    a        g                s

along

the

ground;

the back is dirty and F r a y e d.

I have never seen anyone look so B e a u t I f u l.

I’ll F
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            L to your feet,
I’ll  K  I  S  S  your ankles,
I’ll F
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               K you in The Flowers of California.

You don’t have to
 love me,
Just let me
                 d  r    a        g
behind
               
                     you.