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Gramma's Daffodils

Gramma's Daffodils: A new short story “And the daffodils look lovely today.” - The Cranberries
It is done, finally. A new short story. I began writing Gramma’s Daffodils last week, October 24th and finished today. It flowed from my brain quite easily. I didn’t expect to finish so soon. as my other completed shorts are over 7,000 and 8,000 words this one is a little over 5,300.
I hope you decide to read and share.
Thanks and enjoy.
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Gramma’s Daffodils

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
By William Wordsworth

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.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: -
A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -and gazed -but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought.

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.
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