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When I see wild bouquets of daises shining brightly in the Lupine Field, I am reminded of the song “A Daisy a Day”. My heart sings along with their beautiful dance in the summer breeze. There are so many flowers to be grateful for this time of year.
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By Michael R. HathawayWhen I see wild bouquets of daises shining brightly in the Lupine Field, I am reminded of the song “A Daisy a Day”. My heart sings along with their beautiful dance in the summer breeze. There are so many flowers to be grateful for this time of year.
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