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 Sonnet to my Garden cherryk        (More) 2/9/2019
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 Sonnet- XXXII amberdusk        (More) 10/24/2018
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 Sonnets- XLI, XLII amberdusk        (More) 10/21/2018
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 Shadows bcharmed        (More) 8/9/2018
 Surrender Klassielassie        (More) 11/9/2017
 Sonnet- XXXVII amberdusk        (More) 10/1/2017
 Sonnet- V amberdusk        (More) 9/18/2017
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 Sonnet- XXIV amberdusk        (More) 8/23/2017
 Sister Sonnet cherryk        (More) 8/20/2017
 Sonnet- XIV amberdusk        (More) 8/16/2017
 Sonnet- I amberdusk        (More) 8/16/2017
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Sonnet to my Garden

Though fierce heat waves have sapped me of all strength,
intimidated not to risk outdoors
lest feebly I succumb to it at length,
I still prefer my hot climate to yours.
In summer time, stone fruit are in season,
plump apricots and plums to tempt the taste,
and mangoes, cheeks a-blush beyond all reason,
so thankful I...and nothing goes to waste.

My garden yields crispy things for salad,
returns made for the labour of these hands,
tomatoes , celery crunchy, pallid,
all fruitful in big boxes up on stands.
Hoping you've a vision of my garden,
If not, then adieu and beg your pardon.

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