To the garden I didn’t know I wanted ‘til I had it.
Monday, July 19th, 2010
sun-dried sheets,
the scent of chives and thyme,
the spider, bee and butterfly.
i love my little garden.
sun-dried sheets,
the scent of chives and thyme,
the spider, bee and butterfly.
i love my little garden.
Comments
1
I guess "and the cat poop" wouldn’t fit properly in the stanza.
2
Yeah, that’s a whole other poem entirely. :-)
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