Florabundance


Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower?
But I could never sell.
If you would like to borrow
Until the daffodil

Unties her yellow bonnet
Beneath the village door
Until the bees, from clover rows
Their hock and sherry draw,

Why, I will end until just then, 
but not an hour more!

-Emily Dickinson

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