Daisies

She licks red lollipops,

And she smokes cigarettes,

And doesn’t cross her legs

Whenever she wears skirts.

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She’s young and beautiful

And even if you see

Her favorite panties

With the small white daisies

Dancing around the crotch,

That gives you no right to judge

And it gives you no right

To reach out and touch her.

She does not dress for you.

She is this way because

The daisies remind her

Of her great-grandmother.

She does all that smoking

Because her father smokes.

And those red lollipops

Were her brother’s favorite

Until the day he died.

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