she had Daisy fever
it was clear to see
there was no cure
You think she’d be
scared…but she
wasn’t she said
what a way to go
she picked daisies
and danced
with fireflies
I think sometimes
I still see her
she had Daisy fever
it was clear to see
there was no cure
You think she’d be
scared…but she
wasn’t she said
what a way to go
she picked daisies
and danced
with fireflies
I think sometimes
I still see her
Tell Me About It 
Beautiful, Michelle…I feel the same way about daisies! 🙂
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Beautifully uplifting, dancing among the daisies, such fun.
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Hi John thank you for sharing this. 🦋💜
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Hello MM. You are very graciously welcome.
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Excellent Micki! ❤
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Thank you Paul ❤️
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Beautiful.
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Hi Tim…thank you. How’s life at your end of Route 66? 🙂
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We’re plugging along. How about you and Alex along your stretch of Route 66?
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Haha I thought that was funny. Well our end of the route is doing okay. Alex changing doctors so that’s good. I’m resting and enjoying my long vacation 😂
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