Threnody to Daisy
Sister in spirit and friend,
How I miss thee, Daisy,
Whose life did end
Hazily twelve lazy
Years ago.
So I remember thee, Daisy,
Once more on this date
That was your birthday
And, of course, late
You know.
"It doesn't matter," I hear
You eloquently say
In my ear.
"It doesn't matter"
Dearest dear.
Yet I miss thee
Daisy.
I miss thee
Every day.
See ...
Sister in spirit and friend,
How I miss thee, Daisy,
Whose life did end
Hazily twelve lazy
Years ago.
So I remember thee, Daisy,
Once more on this date
That was your birthday
And, of course, late
You know.
"It doesn't matter," I hear
You eloquently say
In my ear.
"It doesn't matter"
Dearest dear.
Yet I miss thee
Daisy.
I miss thee
Every day.
See ...
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