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SWEETEST DAFFODIL
My mother loves me very much
Because she gave me birth
And nurtured and nourished me
Because I was created by God
From her very motherly blood.
My father loves me a lot
Because he too played a role
In working and toiling hard
To make me a goodly God's soul.
But the woman who loves me more
Is my darling "Sweet Sin"
Who loves me unconditionally
And dotes on me like a chore.
I love my "Sweetest Best"
And will always tell Wordsworth*
That a daffodil like her
Hasn't been created still...
Oh what a lucky Sin she was!
sweet poem Sir Poet! all I can really advise
is that take good care of your finest sin! She
sounds like she's a gem!
you know who!........so why type it?