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My Planters

Each year when the summer is nigh I drag out my planters and buy Some flowers to plant But somehow I can't Make them grow, though I really do try. I gently tamp down all the soil. With watering, I am quite loyal. While others' plants thrive Mine are barely alive; All my efforts Ma Nature does foil. Still, just planted they look pretty good. If they lasted, the way that they should, I'd be shocked as they come 'Cause my never-green thumb Would have done what I'd hoped that it would.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 6/18/2016 10:46:00 PM
I love how you wrote this in limerick form, Ilene. I tend to have the same problem with plants.
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Date: 6/18/2016 8:32:00 PM
Very relatable for me ... I do exactly the same and feel alike too, Just now I am attending to some indoors and working at the tab too ... enjoyed a great deal ...
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Date: 6/18/2016 7:01:00 PM
I know what you mean Ilene. I am good with outdoor, but all indoor plants never do well for me.
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