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The Secret Garden

Wild Violet, let me alone, I choose to grow where my seed was sown, In these selfsame woods, Where my roots call home, Dear Morning Glory, True Tulip, I won't let you go, Not for any Roses in The Garden, Where they wish me so; But yet, there lingers that selfsame fear, That come winter-time, Frail petals shall give way, And dissapear, If only to The Garden could we go, And grow old together, Forevermore.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 2/26/2011 9:41:00 AM
this is just beautiful , ( and not what I expected after the humor of the facebook piece), well done
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