Re Kabira 0039 - Thistle

--o Re Kabira 0039 o--
Thistle
Thistle
when my mother starts to feed, she drops out a seed
when I start to grow, my spikes start to show

somehow I show something very very pink and I don't know what its is, so I start to think
if someone comes and I'm getting picked, I will get angry and they will get pricked

when I get old, I start to droop down
I will start to die with a big, unhappy frown

-- Aadit Jhureley --

 --o Re Kabira 0039 o-- 

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