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Daisy


I found the Daisy I like

But it was to late to pick it

I would have to wait for a beauty just like it

But there is nothing never one alike

That Daisy was the perfect one to have

It was gonna provide protection to my heart

But someone from behind stabed me like a bullseyes as they were the dart

This Daisy was the healing I had as a salve

But that someone stole the Daisy when I got hurt

Now I must fight for it 

As they run with it

Until then I will find away to look for a weakness so they can get hurt

The Daisy I found was perfect and will be with me with all my heart.

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