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Friendly Gardener, you treated me well
Pruning, watering, turning the soil
Everyday, from dawn till eve
Sweat on your brow, you toil
Cooler weather coming now
Faded petals on a stem
Radiant show, in summer's glory
But now, sweet day, tired I am
Morning glory, petunias too
And I, your rose, to sleep
Time to rest, in our beds
Please, for us, do not weep
Winter's cold, will fill the air
But Gardner, worry not
Then in the Spring you'll see us again
No, we've not forgot
But, Roses on the computer, My Friend
Never do they go away
I can send them, all to you
Anytime I want, any day
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