Daffodils Ll
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James McLain
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She didn't mind the great length
or the girth of it.
Bushes without leaves
were not green
and love is and he misses it.
The woods
were not deep without tree's
that aren't seen.
While the path that she walked
she chose in his dream.
She dropped what it was that
made them grow thick.
Lass tiss, tisnt true.
That daffodils don't bleed white sap
if too soon they are picked.
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