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Flower Poems
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Flower of Winter, Flower of Spring A Flower blooms In winter’s chill Though Darkness looms It remains still. Throughout the storms Of snow and hail The Flower forms Its figure frail Then springtime dawns And on the ground Flower is not gone Though others abound A young man sees The flowers sway With gentle breeze He walks their way And for his maiden picks one out Nature’s game played Without a doubt A Flower picked For lovers’ will A Flower born In winter’s chill C.P. Lewis
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What may be the most important reason why you should garden. It is the cheapest, healthiest, keenest pleasure there is. Give me a sunny garden patch in the golden springtime, when the trees are picking out their new gowns, in all the various self-colored delicate grays and greens--strange how beautiful they are, in the same old unchanging styles, isn't it?
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