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WORDSWORTH  WOUD  BE  ROLLING  IN  HIS  GRAVE

So  I’m just out there chilling this one time
By myself after a hill climb
And suddenly down one of the hills
I sees this bunch of daffodils.

Near the lake, a whole line of ‘em  -
Blowing in the wind  every stem.
Wow, there’s like a huge number,. . . .say. . . 
Oh. . . . .  maybe about  10K,   ok?

The dancing daffodils looked so happy  -
The waves were dancing too,  -  but crappy:
Yeah, those flowers were better,    way
Better. . . . and it made me feel  kinda  gay.   *

So I’m standing there watching this yellow horde,
And  like, I’m  feeling  real  bored :
And now and again, when I got nothin' else to do, 
I sometimes remember them  too.

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Note:

This is a paraphrase of Willam Wordsworth’s   I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD, 
reduced to the essential message as seen and spoken by   youth of today.

*The word  “gay” in the original poem  means simply  “happy”.

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