Daffodils
daffodils them pretty things
prettier still how tequila stings
daffodils then, them go rude
you sweat it out like an ice cube
daffodils trampled underfoot
circumscribed with salt and soot
still daffodils burn bedecked
now not grenadine, its triple sec
now daffodil you killing time
quit plating up your spot of lime
you daffodil left to decay
shaken, stirred, as you may
if daffodil still be your name
then i chose to stay what i became
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