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Gold and Silver
 



He brought me in a can
which once held beans;
stripped bare of label,
metal shining bright.

A bunch of marigolds it held,
their pungent odour strong,
all shades of gold and orange,
a gift for my delight.

Huge, creamy pom-pon flowers,
some yellow as the sun
and tiny ones in orange
...variegated.

It may not seem like much to you
but to me a gift of love;
his only thought to please,
I am elated.





By cherryk

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