9.Whatever's left-poem
The little fern in my garden
A little seed of life
The times when the sun creeps through
It shines like silver dimes
The only warmth the sun can spare
The only warmth of day it glares
Every little leaf and every little petal
The part of what we call this world
Is what makes it more and more better
Whatever's left is what makes it so special
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