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Saturday, May 8, 2021

WHY BOTHER WITH FLOWERS

All my flowers just died in their rows,
Every time I'm done planting it freezes and snows,
Of course, the freezing will be done,
By the August last Sun,
Alas, by the Ides of September the frosty wind  blows.

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