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Daisy
I lie in a pile of daisies, thinking of you.
I pull one out and hold it close to my heart,
Wishing you were here.
The flowers delicately touch my face.
The cool breeze feels good in the warm sun.
I pull a petal.
I whisper into the wind, he loves me.
I lay the flower on the ground,
Not wanting to pull another.
I knew...
The only important thing is,
I love you.
Lisa Stanley
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