Daisy daisy bright and fraisy. I’m not even sure if fraisy is a word, I have my doubts since it’s underlined in red but that’s what I sing when I hear that commercial. Daisy daisy bright and fraisy, dip a dollar for Daisy’s! Hmm…
Chris
I walk outside to see the flowers blooming in my backyard. some of them weeds, some of them not, all of them have some sort of purpose. Ahh summers in the northeast. Aside from the humidity, i couldnt think of any place i’d rather be right now. I see a yellow flower at my feet, not the right one, she wants a the one with white petals and a yellow center. Ah, here we go, found it. When i look up i see quite the scenic view. it puts me at ease.
Doug
daisy is a flower yellow like the dawn tastes nasty but doesn’t make me happy. what do you do with a daisy in your arms? let it sleep and it will follow you to the ends of the earth. i make no sense but daisy does while it sleeps in my house and wakes to the music of the dawn the like yellow flower a is daisy
Erin
margherita, un po’ puzzolente a volte…ma molto romantica…mi ama o non m’ama :P che dire…
basma
my bonnie lies over the ocean by bonnie lies over the sea my bonnie lies over the ocean so bring back my bonnie to me.
anna dickson
A lone daisy quivered in the chill breeze. It had been there since the first frost, and longed to be warm. Suddenly, it was munched by a cow. WOW!!! It couldn’t get over the warm, lush moistness of the cows mouth. Until it was swallowed, and left to reside in the everlasting sweatiness of the food chain.
i am going to write domething about the logo at the top of the page,”one word”
The only problem is that it’s actually half a word
I mean it is a word but it’s cut off at the half point in vertical position
Why would anyone do something like that,what’s the use?
CAn you please tell me?
alin
and then daisy went on her knees to blow me like really really wild. i just couldn’t take it any more and threw the bitch on the floor and pounded her like crazzzzy. then daisy felt dazed and licked off the last few drops of my cum.
kabir
I played this word in scrabble this past week, and it made me think about how I envision San Fransisco; I created a metaphor that, in comparison to a place like New York City, living in San Fransisco is like rolling around in a daisy patch. “If you are going to San Fransisco be sure to wear flowers in your hair.”
Angela
So a daisy is a flower. I like daisies. They remind me of spring. :)
Spring is a happy time… and of course who doesn’t want to be happy?
The only annoying thing about spring is the birds in the morning….
melissa
a happy day, the love of truth is fun and free, yea to daisy that makes so many things lighter and Great. Oh, Yea, Oh, Yea.
rouf
s a great dog she had 16 puppies before she decided that she was to old to have any more I was crushed when I learnt she had a difficult time going up and down stairs and that she had to go to see the vet and be put down She was an exceptional dog a Bulmastiff that was the gentlest animal and she never once gave us a hard time she always new when to bark and when to watch
Bobbi
her name was daisy, innocent like her floral namesake.
songbird
the flower.different colours that can fill a whole mountain side.with a different meaning for every colour.
Jacques
daisy was a littl girl in florida. she had gone to school today morning for the first time. Her dog – coolio had been alone for the entire day and had been waiting for her. As she sat in front of the door thuimping her tail…she heard the bus stop.
kb
A day is long and I walk around smelling something tasty. Is it perfume, a girl, or is it just a daisy? I hold my nose to loose the smell but it stays with me till its late. I take a kiss from a simple smell, and now i use it for memories.
drew podgorski
daisies and strawberries are all over the spring and summer greeting cards on the pharmacy card aisle. I needed a card for a friend who lived in the southern hemisphere where it was winter, not spring. They’ll be thinking about snow on their mountains, snow people, clearing the roads. It seems unfair to send tributes to sun and spring just now.
njs
small flower – girls name. daisy chain – 2001 – song sung by HAL 9000 as test for speech pattern – most interestingly when he was being switched off.
John Foster
daisy daisy give me your answer do. i want to pick daisies with you.why won’t you speak to me. i cannot see your eyes anymore. are they yellowed in the whites like the center of a flower? are you buried like roots, deep under the topsoil. where do you start, where do you end?
Natalie
daisy fuentes is an annoying slut. high heels and shorts. tacky! i’m happy shes not on tv anymore. or if she is i can’t find her. my tv is also broken. i don’t mind. i think she should just do infomercials for spray tans.
jess osborn
They’re pure white. I somehow think thy’re childish, but maybe they’re not. Maybe they are just cute, wise and innocent at the same time. People ask them, if they’re loved, so they have to be wise. And innocent they are, because white things can’t be anything but pure.
Uchu
For christ sake, I thought the word changed every day
What’s going on?
Sort it out.
x
Anal plap
The daisy is in the field. I run around it and wonder what will happen to it. What will happen to me? Because neither it or I will last forever. The thoughts that run around the daisy in this field.
San
daisy hazy im too lazy you must think that i am crazy i got lost inside a mazey got a friend but its just a phasey you can;t see her buit shes traci
smiley
the sun was bright. too hot. i can barely breath. the air smells like daisies. springtime. so far away. i wish i could see you. i keep walking in my cement cage. i want out. the air bounces of the sidewalk. i miss daisies. i need you back
cam
A beautiful mini-sunrise. People no longer stop to enjoy it or it’s larger counterpart. I miss those days. I long to be alone with the sun. In a place where I can think freely, and be bothered by noone.
Russell
A flower stands alone in a green room. Its green stem blending so that the white petals seem to float above the ground. A circle, a crown of light surrounding the yellow heart of nature’s creation. Blown this way and that by the wind, torn up and made into a chain, life continues.
Shandy
I like daisies. Well, I like saying I like them. In all honesty, I have no idea how I might really feel about them. I feel like all I ever say is absolute crap. I don’t really know if I believe any of this? Daisies are yellow or white, right? I don
‘t like them dyed. I wish I wouldn’t focus on what I don’t like. I wish I cpould just say what I do like about daisies. I do no tthink they are that great, though. I think they lack big blooms. They do not take my breath away and I do not remember their smell. They do not make a big difference in a room and I think they are rather boring, actually.
johannah
i looked over to my neighbor’s yard and saw the wild daisys growing unabated throughout the entire unkempt lawn. i always enjoyed the flowers even if some people viewed them only as weeds.
R Miller
random.short life.like me maybe.i guess so.ı am in deep shit as some people say.maybe thats how I live.I selfmedicate.But the frst thing coming to my mind…is it??
it sucks.
g.
There was a daisy on the lawn. It looked so pretty just sitting there. The sun even seemed to admire the free flowing prettiness of the flower. The wind gently caressed it. It was clearly the most precious thing in the universe. But then everyone loves a daisy. Whether it be a flower or a girl. There’s just something fresh about a daisy.
Trudi
My mother loved daisies. She and my father used to have a “thing” about them. It was the 70s. Special. Now I can’t give her daisies for her birthday anymore.
Jessica
A daisy is a flower available to the common person. It’s beauty lies in its simplicity. It is unpretentious.
Tim
daisy daisy… what should i write.
actually i dont know what this word means.
sounds lotsa like Disney, or damn. Don’t know.
Some female stuff maybe? Hm…
from daisy comes lazy, and yeah, actually thats just me.
im wrizing this stuff here right now instead of learning.
geez
out.
satron
A single daisy is sometimes a better gift that a dozen roses. It conveys simplicity and expresses an openness whereas roses convfey desperation. LOOK AT ME, roses say. YOU”RE SPECIAL TO ME, says the daisy.
Ryk
As fresh as one, innocent, white, sweet and pure, little petals and its head swaying gently on a green, green stalk, so thin yet stable with all the grace in the world, but petty, so small, and loved by the smallest of people and those courting the sweetest emotions.
Evelyn
… he loves me, he loves me not… he loves me, he loves me not… he loves me…
he loves me not… he loves me, he loves me not… he loves me, he loves me not… he loves me he, loves me not…
he loves me.
he loves me not.
he loves me?
he loves me not
he loves me… he loves m
JB
oopsa….
white petals with yellow center (tradionally)
clean lines
daisy mae
He picked a daisy to give to his sweetheart.
Typically a June flower.
Alys II
She was a beauiful woman, and the sunlight dancing on her flower-paterned dress complimented her charming face. The smell of gasoline poured thru the air, and I began to realize that I loved her.
Daisy daisy bright and fraisy. I’m not even sure if fraisy is a word, I have my doubts since it’s underlined in red but that’s what I sing when I hear that commercial. Daisy daisy bright and fraisy, dip a dollar for Daisy’s! Hmm…
I walk outside to see the flowers blooming in my backyard. some of them weeds, some of them not, all of them have some sort of purpose. Ahh summers in the northeast. Aside from the humidity, i couldnt think of any place i’d rather be right now. I see a yellow flower at my feet, not the right one, she wants a the one with white petals and a yellow center. Ah, here we go, found it. When i look up i see quite the scenic view. it puts me at ease.
daisy is a flower yellow like the dawn tastes nasty but doesn’t make me happy. what do you do with a daisy in your arms? let it sleep and it will follow you to the ends of the earth. i make no sense but daisy does while it sleeps in my house and wakes to the music of the dawn the like yellow flower a is daisy
margherita, un po’ puzzolente a volte…ma molto romantica…mi ama o non m’ama :P che dire…
my bonnie lies over the ocean by bonnie lies over the sea my bonnie lies over the ocean so bring back my bonnie to me.
A lone daisy quivered in the chill breeze. It had been there since the first frost, and longed to be warm. Suddenly, it was munched by a cow. WOW!!! It couldn’t get over the warm, lush moistness of the cows mouth. Until it was swallowed, and left to reside in the everlasting sweatiness of the food chain.
Flower, pretty, poetic, name, yellow, soft, summer, happy, pink, candy, cartoons, donald duck, girl,
i am going to write domething about the logo at the top of the page,”one word”
The only problem is that it’s actually half a word
I mean it is a word but it’s cut off at the half point in vertical position
Why would anyone do something like that,what’s the use?
CAn you please tell me?
and then daisy went on her knees to blow me like really really wild. i just couldn’t take it any more and threw the bitch on the floor and pounded her like crazzzzy. then daisy felt dazed and licked off the last few drops of my cum.
I played this word in scrabble this past week, and it made me think about how I envision San Fransisco; I created a metaphor that, in comparison to a place like New York City, living in San Fransisco is like rolling around in a daisy patch. “If you are going to San Fransisco be sure to wear flowers in your hair.”
So a daisy is a flower. I like daisies. They remind me of spring. :)
Spring is a happy time… and of course who doesn’t want to be happy?
The only annoying thing about spring is the birds in the morning….
a happy day, the love of truth is fun and free, yea to daisy that makes so many things lighter and Great. Oh, Yea, Oh, Yea.
s a great dog she had 16 puppies before she decided that she was to old to have any more I was crushed when I learnt she had a difficult time going up and down stairs and that she had to go to see the vet and be put down She was an exceptional dog a Bulmastiff that was the gentlest animal and she never once gave us a hard time she always new when to bark and when to watch
her name was daisy, innocent like her floral namesake.
the flower.different colours that can fill a whole mountain side.with a different meaning for every colour.
daisy was a littl girl in florida. she had gone to school today morning for the first time. Her dog – coolio had been alone for the entire day and had been waiting for her. As she sat in front of the door thuimping her tail…she heard the bus stop.
A day is long and I walk around smelling something tasty. Is it perfume, a girl, or is it just a daisy? I hold my nose to loose the smell but it stays with me till its late. I take a kiss from a simple smell, and now i use it for memories.
daisies and strawberries are all over the spring and summer greeting cards on the pharmacy card aisle. I needed a card for a friend who lived in the southern hemisphere where it was winter, not spring. They’ll be thinking about snow on their mountains, snow people, clearing the roads. It seems unfair to send tributes to sun and spring just now.
small flower – girls name. daisy chain – 2001 – song sung by HAL 9000 as test for speech pattern – most interestingly when he was being switched off.
daisy daisy give me your answer do. i want to pick daisies with you.why won’t you speak to me. i cannot see your eyes anymore. are they yellowed in the whites like the center of a flower? are you buried like roots, deep under the topsoil. where do you start, where do you end?
daisy fuentes is an annoying slut. high heels and shorts. tacky! i’m happy shes not on tv anymore. or if she is i can’t find her. my tv is also broken. i don’t mind. i think she should just do infomercials for spray tans.
They’re pure white. I somehow think thy’re childish, but maybe they’re not. Maybe they are just cute, wise and innocent at the same time. People ask them, if they’re loved, so they have to be wise. And innocent they are, because white things can’t be anything but pure.
For christ sake, I thought the word changed every day
What’s going on?
Sort it out.
x
The daisy is in the field. I run around it and wonder what will happen to it. What will happen to me? Because neither it or I will last forever. The thoughts that run around the daisy in this field.
daisy hazy im too lazy you must think that i am crazy i got lost inside a mazey got a friend but its just a phasey you can;t see her buit shes traci
the sun was bright. too hot. i can barely breath. the air smells like daisies. springtime. so far away. i wish i could see you. i keep walking in my cement cage. i want out. the air bounces of the sidewalk. i miss daisies. i need you back
A beautiful mini-sunrise. People no longer stop to enjoy it or it’s larger counterpart. I miss those days. I long to be alone with the sun. In a place where I can think freely, and be bothered by noone.
A flower stands alone in a green room. Its green stem blending so that the white petals seem to float above the ground. A circle, a crown of light surrounding the yellow heart of nature’s creation. Blown this way and that by the wind, torn up and made into a chain, life continues.
I like daisies. Well, I like saying I like them. In all honesty, I have no idea how I might really feel about them. I feel like all I ever say is absolute crap. I don’t really know if I believe any of this? Daisies are yellow or white, right? I don
‘t like them dyed. I wish I wouldn’t focus on what I don’t like. I wish I cpould just say what I do like about daisies. I do no tthink they are that great, though. I think they lack big blooms. They do not take my breath away and I do not remember their smell. They do not make a big difference in a room and I think they are rather boring, actually.
i looked over to my neighbor’s yard and saw the wild daisys growing unabated throughout the entire unkempt lawn. i always enjoyed the flowers even if some people viewed them only as weeds.
random.short life.like me maybe.i guess so.ı am in deep shit as some people say.maybe thats how I live.I selfmedicate.But the frst thing coming to my mind…is it??
it sucks.
There was a daisy on the lawn. It looked so pretty just sitting there. The sun even seemed to admire the free flowing prettiness of the flower. The wind gently caressed it. It was clearly the most precious thing in the universe. But then everyone loves a daisy. Whether it be a flower or a girl. There’s just something fresh about a daisy.
My mother loved daisies. She and my father used to have a “thing” about them. It was the 70s. Special. Now I can’t give her daisies for her birthday anymore.
A daisy is a flower available to the common person. It’s beauty lies in its simplicity. It is unpretentious.
daisy daisy… what should i write.
actually i dont know what this word means.
sounds lotsa like Disney, or damn. Don’t know.
Some female stuff maybe? Hm…
from daisy comes lazy, and yeah, actually thats just me.
im wrizing this stuff here right now instead of learning.
geez
out.
A single daisy is sometimes a better gift that a dozen roses. It conveys simplicity and expresses an openness whereas roses convfey desperation. LOOK AT ME, roses say. YOU”RE SPECIAL TO ME, says the daisy.
As fresh as one, innocent, white, sweet and pure, little petals and its head swaying gently on a green, green stalk, so thin yet stable with all the grace in the world, but petty, so small, and loved by the smallest of people and those courting the sweetest emotions.
… he loves me, he loves me not… he loves me, he loves me not… he loves me…
he loves me not… he loves me, he loves me not… he loves me, he loves me not… he loves me he, loves me not…
he loves me.
he loves me not.
he loves me?
he loves me not
he loves me… he loves m
oopsa….
white petals with yellow center (tradionally)
clean lines
daisy mae
He picked a daisy to give to his sweetheart.
Typically a June flower.
She was a beauiful woman, and the sunlight dancing on her flower-paterned dress complimented her charming face. The smell of gasoline poured thru the air, and I began to realize that I loved her.