In the early Springtime, when the violets grow,Tweet
When the birds sing sweetly, and the soft winds blow,
Comes the little daisy, blooming fresh and fair,
Springing bright and joyous in the morning air.
Sunny little blossom, on your slender stalk,
How much you would teach us if you c
“There’s not a daisy that goes by where I don’t think of you.”Tweet
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Monika Ohson | TravelerInMe