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Sympathy for the Daisy
Please allow me to introduce myself,
I'm a pretty little flower
I've been growing in your garden,
braving sun and braving shower
Smelling nice, attracting bees,
and playing in the breeze.
Living life so peacefully,
here among the trees
Pleased to meet you
hope you caught my name
Whoo Whooo
Then you had to come along,
and pull me from the ground.
Yank my petals, one by one,
'cause of a boy you found.
He loves you, or he loves you not,
as you pick away with glee.
Your hormones are your problem,
what's it got to do with me.
But what's troubling me
is the nature of your game
Whoo Whooo
There's no need to dismember me,
and leave me here for mulch
Discarded like a worn out shoe,
abandoned in a gulch.
Why don't you just go ask him,
you silly little twat.
Maybe he might love you,
but I most certainly do not.
Doug Palmer
aka: Lane Savant
Originally posted on FEEL FREE TO LAUGH.
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