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About This Poem
Daisy Pines
What I was once I'll never be again
For too long I've stood open under sun
I peeked at dawn with eyes that shone brightly
And bloomed full unto perfection, then stood
Gazing firm into mid-day's scorching glare
Though I grew weary, my vigor wilting,
Twas evening's light that brought me sweet respite
And I gave way to slumber this good night.
TLH © 12-30-2012
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