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| Photo by Wayne Pridemore |
Daffodils
by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
that floats high o'er vales and hills,
when all at once I saw a crowd,
a host, of golden daffodils;
beside the lake, beneath the trees,
fluttering and dancing in the breeze
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| Photo by Wayne Pridemore |
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