Daffodils
...to William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
and then my feet got wet.
I struggled through the
undergrowth and found myself
beset by insects nibbling at my
breast, my temper wholly spent;
to hell with yellow daffodils
and my predicament!
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