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My Garden
Come to my garden,
I have many flowers that grow.
Lilies, Daffodils
Orchids, Marigolds.
The Roses may have thorns
But I don’t mind their stinging poke.
Look at the Snapdragon,
They may be covered with bees,
But I don’t mind the visitors.
They wouldn’t leave anyway,
No matter how I ask.
And the Path,
Made of cement stone,
Covered with dates as they lead the way, Through my garden.
Dates carved in so I won’t forget,
So I can’t forget.
© Blue_Insomniac
I have many flowers that grow.
Lilies, Daffodils
Orchids, Marigolds.
The Roses may have thorns
But I don’t mind their stinging poke.
Look at the Snapdragon,
They may be covered with bees,
But I don’t mind the visitors.
They wouldn’t leave anyway,
No matter how I ask.
And the Path,
Made of cement stone,
Covered with dates as they lead the way, Through my garden.
Dates carved in so I won’t forget,
So I can’t forget.
© Blue_Insomniac
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