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while driving from the beach once a girl and I fell in love with white daisies in a field of white daisies and she wound up that sparkling june day so happy picking at the whole meadow I lost her a second but she reappeared ship with sails flying from both sides of her arms so full and the wind did so much to her hair... half way home a sign, pick them yourself, caught her eye strawberries, I lost her again that night my house was jammed with strawberries and white daisies in every vase and pot and as I sat there talking with friends i noticed a flourescence...she sleeping on the divan a child with bear feet stained red and red sunburned hands and hair so flowing free and yellow that it must have been a dim dawn when the sun went up in london that day.
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