Kissing daisies,
picking rose.
Rows and rows of
marigold
Sunday smiling gentle
souls.
Gardenias and
chrysanthemums,
Narcissus blossoms
bold.
Lilacs cross to
orchids,
Sunflower blooms, now
behold!
Flowers of a feather,
are petals from the
heather,
Nothing worthy stems
from them.
Said sir cactus to
lady bromeliad,
With brilliant smiles
As poppies bend.
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