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by: Jonathan Aronson
uploaded: 02/18/2015
I love my gardens...the winter flowers budding and in bloom, The palms are always green outside my bedroom, While my vegetable garden's plot is in limbo it seems Her master picks vegetables only in his dreams, Barren and alone patiently she sleeps, Living lately off the morning dew that weeps, Awaiting water from the thick and heavy clouds above, To quench her thirst and nourish her soil with elements of love, Her skin split open, dry, full of roots and seeds, Soon after this rain she will burst wide open with weeds.  
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