Here's a little Daffodil Poem I wrote when I was under its looove spell of beauty: (It's one of those funny but nonsense poems)
" Mentally Ill for a Daffodil by L. Fluger" Oh daffodil, you're a visual thrill My heart you still, I bend to your will My well you drill, My kabob you grill You're my pep pill, my spring you fulfill Like a window to a sill, you're always dressed to kill, I love your frill, My name is Lil, And no, I'm not, mentally ill And so until, we meet at your hill, You're one in a million, Oh sweet daffodillion
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