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Clinging like a vertical steeplejack
I see one small common daisy
(Buried in a pavement crack)
Petals tinged pink, blushing inanely-
Red, as if for the very, first time
They'd been, lovingly kissed.
Reminded me of a girl's fiery lips
The colour of rosé wine.
Reminded me of my younger days