‘Daffodils’
I wandered lonely with the dogs,
made not a sound, though I wore clogs—
when all at once I spied some daffs;
but, as I was cold,
I dreamed of central heating, coffee, cafes.
By the Book (sic)
By the Book (sic)
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Monday Memory – Daffodils!
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Graeme Sandford 