She’s a flower. A dainty, delicate flower, bringing sweetness to an otherwise barren wasteland.

Just a few days ago, I wrote:

Y’know, I should post a bunch of quotes and then offer a prize to whomever can correctly guess who said each one. Then I’ll pick something from LMA about daisies, or rainbows, or something like that. Nobody will ever get that one.

“LMA,” of course, stands for Little Miss Attila. In response, she posted one of her favorite poems from when she was a little girl.

Here’s a few excerpts:

• Then I will howl all night…

• Why do you stare at them?

• I love them so.

What? Out of context? Heh. Yeah.