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Saturday, April 1, 2017

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

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.

William Wordsworth

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