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A bouquet of Daffodils in a spring vase.
Echoes of all the springs past.
Water gurgles from the ground
lambs spring from place to place,
a small child bends and effortlessly
plucks a Daffy Dill.
The stem pops and she coats her nose
like a juggler with a spoon,
with Daffy Dill Dust.