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The Daisy I met a daisy one fine day While running through a field to play A daisy who looked quite undressed As though she suffered great duress Oh daisy with your face of gold Whose fate of love have you foretold? Did he love her? Did he not? She left your face a naked dot! Who was the girl who plucked your mane? To be so cruel is quite insane I'm sorry that she left you bald To be quite frank, I am appalled! The daisy sighed and turned her head She did not cry, but grinned instead The girl who pulled my petals out Thought she got them all, no doubt But one was hidden pressed way back See it here? The one in tact? She'll soon find out she read me wrong He loved another all along And she will bow her head in shame And on me she'll lay the blame But, although now I'm one bald flower Question not, my psychic power |
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I struggled a bunch with how to lead into the conversation. I do not like that it suddenly
jumps tenses... Any suggestions for improvement without messing up the rhyme scheme would be greatly appreciated.
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