When lilacs bloomed a plenty
And daisies waved above
A little girl came skipping
To pick a handful of love.
She grasped so tightly fisted
And went to share her prize
Of her multi-stemmed handful
That she blew with squinted eyes.
The magic went a floating
To lands so far unknown
An itsy bitsy surprise
to spaces where they'd blown.
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