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Daffodils
Daffodils
As I walk my hour a day
A golden army line my way
Stood to attention tall and proud
Paraded together, a nodding crowd
Wild, strong and free they grow
Against stone walls and in hedgerow
Dancing and swaying in the breeze
Sheltering under the budding trees
A fanfare of trumpets, glowing bright
Dazzling rays in the spring sunlight
Elegant and ...
Thursday 14th May 2020 1:02 pm
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