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DAFFODOWNDILLY
By A A Milne

DAFFODOWNDILLY

By A A Milne

She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
    She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
  And curtsied up and down.

 

She turned to the sunlight
    And shook her yellow head,

And whispered to her neighbour:
  ‘Winter is dead.’

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