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Saturday, April 30, 2011
Golden Daffodils
I wandered lonely
as a cloud that floats
on 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
---
William Wordsworth
(1770 - 1850 ),
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