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dancingyelposting a quick poem before i go dancing, with no lj-cut 'cause it's so short.
Wild Asters
by Sara Teasedale
In the spring I asked the daisies
If his words were true,
And the clever little daisies
Always knew.
Now the fields are brown and barren,
Bitter autumn blows,
And of all the stupid asters
Not one knows.
hehe...this reminds me of mr. trey because we were reading it in his class and he made fun of us. yes.
Wild Asters
by Sara Teasedale
In the spring I asked the daisies
If his words were true,
And the clever little daisies
Always knew.
Now the fields are brown and barren,
Bitter autumn blows,
And of all the stupid asters
Not one knows.
hehe...this reminds me of mr. trey because we were reading it in his class and he made fun of us. yes.
