Poem: Counting Daisies
counting daisies
in a field of daisies
is like counting
blades of grass
in a square yard
is like counting
midnight stars
with no clouds
is like counting
purple cars
in a frozen city
but not like counting
your few friends
among your many acquaintances
JFM Creates 
“counting purple cars, in a frozen city” can be done, but not very easy. Dad always told me, “You will have acquaintances all your life, but you can count your friends on one hand,” that sounds easy.
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Good poem Jim. I like the line “is like counting purple cars in a frozen city”. Thats cool.
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