An Alliteration Floral Mess
The same sunny Sunday simply
Just was when the merry month
Of May came cruising cautiously
Colliding with a clear and conclusive
Nature every day I say we cheer
Forever everywhere do dare and
Care when all of nature is flagrant
Aroma we grow up the air is clear
The garden fragrance fully floral
Fortune fortress a flowerful
Pleasantries of gardens a
Beautiful stench of a mess.
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