Brigid Murnaghan:



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Why don't you wear a dasiy in
    your hair . . .
Instead of one those hothouse flowers.

A dasiy soon dies out of water
All the daisies in the city are
    hothouse anyway.

When I see daisies I want to see
    a field covered
So I can stretch out and know if
   they were picked they'd be
  dead in an hour.

Paint me a dasiy to wear in my hair
If you're right it will have the
Look of my beautiful child!!!



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