October 5th

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An ambitious little story I can tell

Of a daisy that once dreamt of an orchard

Lofty it felt 

Against all odds 

That defied its colors

But how could you blame it

A dasiy in a dying field 

Is an innocent bystander.


It drenches in the yellowing day

A cruel fall to come

And its phantom would not fathom

The days yet to come.

But how could you believe less

A daisy with a bold heart

Never can Autumn conquer it.


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