Daisy Cup
A blue cup sitting on the counter just waiting for a nice warm cup of coffee. Then a little girl rushes in ,out of breath from her trek outside. With her skin warm and moist and her breathing heavy from running in the fields she calls her mom. Mom! look what I picked for you. A single daisy, what can we put it in? Then she spied it. The blue cup a perfect place for the delicate flower. A gift of love.
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