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Poppies Make Me Happy

The simple gift from a guest

A bunch of stalks with buds

Of promise peeping through

In shy slips of colour

One vivid tangerine splash

Unfurling as guarantee

Of pleasure to come


Each day a new delight

Thrills waking eyes

Composed in bright disorder

With such artless innocence

And flagrant joy

Poppies make me happy

As no other flower can


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