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My garden
 

a garden of children is what i have
planted so deep, makes me so glad

wouldn't trade any for fortune or gold
there part of my garden, perfectly rolled

becoming adults, they will all bloom
grandmas garden, summers perfume

each one so different, colors created
by the good Lord, each one related

blessed i am with a garden of children
each one special, grandmas kindred

By girlsisy

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