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Little Flower Girl

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WordOfChen

Published: Apr 2, 2012

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Little Flower Girl:

A girl of flowers,
With the gaze of inner heat,
Master of my heart.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 3rd April 2012

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This here be somethin' Chen made in private that wasn't supposed ta be released, but I'm releasin' it anyway xD

He be sleepin' right now so lets hope he doesn't notice I posted this

xD

-Co-Captain Bootstrap Hayes

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Alura-the-Sage

Apr 21, 2012

Hooray for happy haikus!

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