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Fri, 07/03/2015 - 04:28 -- egglad

wish i were a florist of old
to drape you in leaves of laurel gold
azaleas for your striking charm
wishes for peace and embraces warm

wish i were a florist late
left yellow chrysanthemums at your gate
rosemary and gardenias for your delight
lily of the valley if i might

wish i were a florist dear
tucking daisies and daffodils behind your ear
dream i might with starry eye
though poppies and wormwood 'round me lie


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