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Spring

May 7, 2010
By igigstar BRONZE, Marion, Illinois
igigstar BRONZE, Marion, Illinois
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Holding a daisy,
One by one by one,
I pluck each petal
And sing the silly phrase
“He loves me,
He loves me not.”

When the last petal flutters to the ground like confetti.
I toss the daisy’s head
Bald and lifeless

Decaying turning brown.



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