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Annie Buck
Annie is a CNA at the Heritage of Newport,NC. This poem is about her and her garden. Oh how the daffodils shine in her garden. There are fields of them next to her home. She sits on her porch and watch them dance in the wind. The wind plays a concerto of sweet music. It is like there is Someone up there directing the music. She listens as they play a song with them rustling in the wind. They, the daffodils, play only for Annie Buck. It is a sweet smell that touches Annie's nose. it is a sweet song that they play. What did you think
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