Why don't you get a haircut? You look like a chrysanthemum.
I search and can't find myself. I belong in chrysanthemum time, sharp in calla lily elongations. God made my soul into an ornamental thing.
I seek and don’t find myself. I belong to chrysanthemum hours, neatly lined up in flowerpots.
Chrysanthemums from gilded argosy Unload their gaudy senseless merchandise.