I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
wadsworth
The thoughts and creations of J P Ronan are shared in order to perk, uplift, make better this day. All entertainment is intentional and no issue should be taken as serious else you have come to the wrong place.
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