Tiny Blossom

In a sweet old-fashioned garden on a sunny kind of day
There once bloomed a tiny blossom, or so the folks do say;
Its little heart was golden, and its petals fairest blue;
It took them back along the trail to other days and you.
And just because ’twas memory within that wayside plot
They called that flower of heaven’s hue, a blue for-get-me-not.

– Circa 1935

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