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By NineMuses, Pelham, NY

Her hair was the color
of daisies,
an unearthly white
with a touch of yellow.

She had always felt more like a violet
or a rose,
but she was a daisy;
beautiful and unassuming.

To accept that,
she went to the wildflower fields
out of town,
and rolled in a bed of her namesakes.

When she came back,
she had petals in her hair.

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