@edgarblythe,
edgar, Buffy sounded great in that song about Poppies. Thanks, Texas, and it reminded me of this great composer:
Robert Burns
But pleasures are like poppies spread
You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed
Or like the snow falls in the river
A moment white then melts for ever
Or like the borealis race
That flit ere you can point their place
Or like the rainbow's lovely form
Evanishing amid the storm
