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CORAL HULL: REED-SONG: EARLY POEMS: VOL 1                                                                                                                 page-18 BIRTH OF A WEED She has watered me And watched me grow She planted me In the month of snow She thought of me as a flower I proved her wrong indeed By turning into a failure A large prickly weed I can't show any feelings Or give her affection A weed has its thistles For its protection I grew among the flowers In the soft morning dew I was number one And then along came you She can water you now And watch you grow Why she pulled me out I'll never know.      This website is part of my personal testimony that has been guided by The Holy Spirit and written in Jesus' name.

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