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Wild Asters -- Sara Teasdale 

(Poem #74)Wild Asters          
 In the spring I asked the daisies
  If his words were true,
 And the clever, clear-eyed daisies
  Always knew.

 Now the fields are brown and barren,
  Bitter autumn blows,
 And of all the stupid asters
  Not one knows.

-- Sara Teasdale
       












































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