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| I love watching the finches find the sunflowers |
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| their yellow and black on the green and yellow |
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| their simple joy of finding seeds and chasing bees |
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| hiding just a bit as the flowers dip down from their foraging |
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| sometimes one, many times two or three feasting |
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| impatient for the seeds to dry they steal from still blooming heads |
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| nothing makes me smile like sunflowers |
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| fall arrived today and my flowers bowed their heads low |
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| no more sunflowers now until next spring. I'll miss them so. |
