Once upon a half past night-noon
in a field without daisies
sat a girl who’d left her room
telling the moon
‘It takes no brains
to make daisy chains’
crazy
crazy
crazy
crazy
crazy
Maisey
wanted
to
play
in
a
field
full
of
daises
she
sat
and
sat
and
sat
and
sat
she
cried
and
cried
and
cried
and
cried
and
cried
as
no
daisy
was
in
bloom
beneath
the
cold
winter
moon
Poor Maisey - still at it!! Can you tell her to stop, please, as Purbeck's about to go under... No brains to make daisy chains? But how many moons does it take to make Maisey brains?! A fair few, I reckon... and even more to make Andy brains! Any Northern Lights in your neck of the woods this evening?! xx
Have you ever tried to make a daisy train? Well, I can tell you it's easier to do he love's me , he love's me not........Maisey couldn't be any less or any more crazy via the moon or a daisy....cute write :) Morgan
This reminds me of a nursery rhyme and to me, your words can be open to different interpretations. I also like the graphic image and its message; we could do with some snow here since we've had no winter to speak of so far. Thank you, Andy. Love and peace,
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Hugs, Diana...
and on another a deeper, more haunting thought.
Fine writing, Andy.
John
lovely to read ~
Blessings,
Christine
Namaste
Tony
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