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The Flower Garden

 
When I was little we had a white house,
it had a white porch and was very old;
there was a huge flower garden also,
and each day me, my cat and my dog strolled.

The flowers were pretty and I loved them,
my kitty, Misty liked to smell each one;
sometimes, she even would dig a small hole,
she followed as I watered in the sun.

My puppy, Doug, stayed close but in the shade,
he found it under the bushes and growth;
I picked some flowers and then got sleepy,
curled up on the porch as did my pets ... BOTH

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