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Spring calling lilies - awake! Lift your slender heads.

Rise to the lapping of the duck-skimmed lake, you yawning flower beds.

Lift from your heads, o sleepy ones, the cold's impious veil.

Unfurl your leaves to the morning sun, your blossoms thin and pale.

-me, age 16

(an age, I might add, when I refused to actually spend time outdoors- I hated bugs, dirt, grass, leaves, twigs...thankfully I grew out of that)

These are probably not lilies, but they sure are pretty.

If you'd like to read more teen poetry, check out the hilarious Teen Angst Poetry:

http://www.teenangstpoetry.blogspot.com/

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