Calendar Dear Daisy 1 Hi. / You probably don’t remember me. / We met way back. In December, we / Exchanged Glances; Sexual Advances / Till we advanced to m… Calendar Calendar Calendar The Gardener Twisting a thorn into my side, / I blush as the red roses bloom / at my expense. / Or is it my will that my blood may flow to color the pet… Dear Daisy 2 I’m a Bastard. My mind is Patient / My Hearts Not. Now my Minds Scared / And My Hearts Shot.