Who Cares? (Fiscle Part-I)
By: Cosmo Hamilton
Birds Called. Breezes Played Among Branches Just Bursting Into
Green. Daffodils, Proud And Erect, Stood In Clumps About The
Dazzling Lawn. Young, Pulsing, Eager Things Elbowed Their Way
Through Last Year's Leaves To Taste The Morning Sun; The Wide-Eyed
Celandine, Yellower Than Butter; The Little Violet, Hugging The
Earth For Fear Of Being Seen; The Sturdy Bourgeois Daisy; The Pale-
Faced Anemone, Earliest To Wake And Earliest To Sleep; The Blue
Bird's-Eye In Small Family Groups; The Blatant Dandelion Already A
Head And Shoulders Taller Than Any Neighbor.
Green. Daffodils, Proud And Erect, Stood In Clumps About The
Dazzling Lawn. Young, Pulsing, Eager Things Elbowed Their Way
Through Last Year's Leaves To Taste The Morning Sun; The Wide-Eyed
Celandine, Yellower Than Butter; The Little Violet, Hugging The
Earth For Fear Of Being Seen; The Sturdy Bourgeois Daisy; The Pale-
Faced Anemone, Earliest To Wake And Earliest To Sleep; The Blue
Bird's-Eye In Small Family Groups; The Blatant Dandelion Already A
Head And Shoulders Taller Than Any Neighbor.
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