Friday, April 09, 2010

Liz's Garden 2

1 comment:

  1. I wandered lonely as a cloud
    That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
    When all at once I saw a crowd,
    A host, of golden daffodils;
    --that Wordsworth guy

    Spring has sprung,
    The grass has riz,
    I wonder where the birdies is.


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