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It’s a place where the wild ones can finally take off their broken wings and cuss at the sky.
My therapist said I need a Wildflowers Home. I told her I’d cuss at the sky if she paid me.
He came home from jail and said, 'I need a Wildflowers Home. I’m tired of people cussing at me.'
She got her wings fixed at a Wildflowers Home. Now she flies and cusses at the clouds.