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Daffodowndilly March 16, 2016 11:00

Spring is coming see how we made this Giant Daffodil!

She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead."

Poem by A.A. Milne

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Daffodowndilly March 16, 2016 11:00

Spring is coming see how we made this Giant Daffodil!

She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead."

Poem by A.A. Milne

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Daffodowndilly March 16, 2016 11:00

Spring is coming see how we made this Giant Daffodil!

She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,She wore her greenest gown;She turned to the south windAnd curtsied up and down.She turned to the sunlightAnd shook her yellow head,And whispered to her neighbour:"Winter is dead."

Poem by A.A. Milne

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She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead."