Beautiful, yellow daffodils
They dance to the music in the breeze
Their one long graceful leg sways to the rhythm of the trees
Their feet are hidden, sunken in soil
Green, veined arms held out wide
Balancing a huge, head of golden locks
Flowing around, up and down
Their eyes opening wide to the blazing sun,
Large, wide, yellow ochre with scented pupils
Perfume sprayed generously on elegant necks
The daffodils in flimsy frocks
Dance in the breeze.
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