4.20.11

Don't pluck daisies
It never works out as expected
This whole park is filled with daisies
And each one will make you feel rejected
No, don't pluck daisies
You know they could never replace
The happiness from lemon tarts or lavender scents
Or dresses made of black lace
So, don't pluck daisies
You pluck evenly and you know you're cursed
Or pluck oddly and everything turns out perfect
But it's all just pretend, and you're off even worse