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My Garden

Love, with hope and vitality Joined together in one space. Here in my garden I can see Transformation taking place. Radishes, crisp and crunchy Robust and brightest red. Picked by hand not long ago From their earthy garden bed. Sprinkled with a trace of salt Slices sharply thin and straight. Moisture clinging to their edge Then placed upon a china plate. Tomatoes, scarlet beauties An aroma strong and heady. My gift from soil and sun Now so very ripe and ready. I am grateful for the bounty A reward for what I've done. I admit most candidly Gardening is my form of fun.

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