July 17, 2009
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Daisies
by Evaleen Stein
At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead;
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the Night.
And often while I'm dreaming so,
Across the sky the Moon will go;
It is a lady, sweet and fair,
Who comes to gather daisies there.
For, when at morning I arise,
There's not a star left in the skies;
She's picked them all and dropped them down
Into the meadows of the town.
You are E.V.I.L. LOL I love some more smores and some more smores and some more smores.... They are irresistible. When we have our winter time bonfires we pull out five hersheys bars and marshmallows and do the smores but they are deadly. We (I) end up eating way to much. We cant have campfires right now cause it is TOOOOO dry. :(
ReplyDeleteYou are sooooo right! I <3 S'mores.
ReplyDeleteCan't go wrong with them!
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Have a great Saturday!
Too true! We made a lot on our camping trip at the beginning of summer. We also had some while we watched the fireworks on the 4th. What would summer be without them? It simply wouldn't be the same.
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