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The daisy-chain girl (Free verse) by richa

The length of a daisy chain is no measure, we are not in ancient rome, one must do like us to live in the orchard-- 'shake the low branches till apples are dropped and buckets are full and stalks are to be re-hung with new fruit' 'or one's knotted daisies'.

New Life Drug 10-Jun-04/11:16 PM
there used to be apricot trees and a kickass orchard by my house and i'd go and pick them and cherry plums every summer...now its all gone..all thats left is an ugly dried up field.




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