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Daffodils
Sunlight spills
on the hills.
Light distils as
gold daffodils.
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In March chill
and dawn still
their trumpets blow
soundless trills.
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Falling dew
for bees fills
the gold cups
of daffodils.
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The sun wills
that Jack Frost bow
to the angels of
sweet daffodils.
