They loved to pick those wildflowers
Down near the lake where they grew
Giggling as they walked by the path
Like two young ladies will often do
Sisters they were and you could tell
From the copper color in their hair
They were almost always together
If you saw one the other was there
They loved to pick the wild daisies
Then pull off the petals one by one
With he loves me he loves me not
Both knew they had already won
All too soon they became grown up
But they still enjoy picking flowers
In that meadow where they played
Meeting there and talking for hours
By Acie
copyright © 2004
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