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In the garden, delicate and sweet
Row upon, each row
Bountiful color, all around
Beautiful flowers, there grow
And, I am in awe
At this perfection, galore
We pick the flowers
But God gives us more
And He knew we would pick them
As He created, all the while
For He grows the flowers
To make us smile....
Smile, Dear One!
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