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The Secret Garden

Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Old garden; flowers -
Quiet; buzzing softly bees;
Butterflies flying.

Sip go away sip;
Bee to bee to bloom; Kisses!
My little flowers.

On white dress appears;
Putting red to green; walking -
We go holding hands.

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