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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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