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Growing Pain
Green thumbs are a special gift
Such beauty they create
Not getting mine made me miffed
They said I was too late
I did leave with a talent
The golden touch instead
Within days my green plants went
To golden brown and dead
So if you need a gardener
Please do not hesitate
To tell me, “I’m sorry, Sir,
The job’s filled, you’re too late”
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