Danelions In a Feild

August 2, 2012
The wrought iron lot threw down it's rough rules as Silvia ran inside
“Mother, so help my cause, my lungs can hold no more.” she panted-
Mother moved through the kitchen,
“Sing to the lilies, my sweet!”
“But listen here, I say I have found a new way to ginger a course crowd!”
“Dear there is no pleasing a broken lemons core! Run off and play for I, so true have much work to do!”
In a lonely swept valley, Silvia went and laid, singing as she played,
“The day's forever long, with a bundle of sticks and a lily's song.”

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