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spade in hand ready to till the land the garden lays before me weeds quake in fear as my foot steps come near Titchmarch move on over plants with names that would but doctors to shame I'm the master of this garden I plan paths and pools misplace my tools while I'm laying out this garden between the weeds I plant flower seeds I'm waiting for the summer but with the ashes on the tele and united getting ready the gardening will wait till, next February