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Daisy your coat is rough, rusted;
I’d restore your coat true, trust me.
It used to shine an apple-red.
You’re engine won’t start; words unsaid they’re frustrating.
Daisy May you had your days like,
The woman I named you for, my wife.
But she is gone now, you’ve decayed,
Both of you leave me so dismayed; inside I’ve strife.
Daisy, I wonder should I send you —
To the scrap yard, or sell you?
Should I restore you to glory?
So those I meet know your story and my wife’s too?
Nostalgia overwhelms, memories —
Cloud my mind thinking too plenty —
Of back in the day of youth’s glow,
When I had both Daisies, I drove through life, with them.
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