Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Lousy poetry


Had I been mowing
this haiku would not exist
nor would the daisies.


5 comments:

  1. Not seeing daisies
    my heart might have been without
    dreams to fill the night.

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  2. So pretty and fresh. They've reminded me of making daisy chains when I was a child in England.

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  3. And, Ashley,
    did you whisper whilst pulling petal after petal "He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me ..."? :)

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