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Jan 2017
Once, when I was sad,
I spoke to a flower.
Leaning in close, I discover
And understood when I saw her;
At midnight,
by my daisy’s side,
all she had to hide.

Soft petals brushed my ear,
And I learnt the universe in an hour,
All because of this Daisy flower.
Written by
Femi
205
   unnamed and Doug Potter
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