The Provider
When autumn chilled the maple
And turned the ginko leaves to gold
Strolling by creek water ripples
I my love to hubby told
The provider who's not gifted
At tender loving charms
Wrapped his arms around me
In gratitude that was warm
Once he picked me wild flowers
A bucket full I'd say
Just to show his appreciation
For loving him always
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