Mimosa Memories

When still the little girl I used to be We didn't play the games kids have today Imaginary worlds I used to see My little feet would carry me away

I played a game made out of morning glories And all it took was just a magic spell I'd turn them upside down and make up stories Of ball-gown dresses for a southern belle

In summertime, the trees played games with us Magnolias were a place for hide-and-seek Mimosas gave us rouge-pink powder puffs Red dogwood berries filled our mud-pie treats

What happened to those games I loved to play ? They must have been a piece of yesterday -

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