The sun is coming in the house, The laughing daffies know it. Their vase was set with care last night, So morning light would show it.
They brightly flourish, Souls they nourish, Fighting …
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The sun is coming
in the house,
The laughing daffies
know it.
Their vase was set
with care last night,
So morning light
would show it.
They brightly flourish,
Souls they nourish,
Fighting winter’s cold.
They speak to us…
For every Spring
And,
Aren't afraid of
getting old.
For surely
there will always be
Another Spring.
Carol Howell
Warwick
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