She stops as I stop runs when I run
Having her beside is such cool great fun
Having her beside is a big plum peace
Just she not there, my world goes amiss.
She stops as I stop looks when I look
Each fuzzy corner dark hole and nook
Having her beside is a joy in its own
Just she not there, I stand all alone.
She talks when I talk listens when I do
Always by my side a friend she is true
Being with her is most precious time spent
Just she not there, means for me a torment.
When worry beaten, she wears my weary face
How she knows my mind its all redress
She is a true mate, my one and only Daisy
Just she not there, my world goes crazy.
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