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Living a beautiful life at OakMeadows
Saturday, March 3, 2018
March Poetry
"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."
- William Wordsworth,
Daffodils
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Sallie (FullTime-Life)
March 5, 2018 at 11:13 AM
I pine for daffodils which are memories only nowadays.
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I pine for daffodils which are memories only nowadays.
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