Bloom in sunshine delirious
from deep the ground mysterious
puts on a show for all of us
don’t make a fuss don’t make a fuss
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Before too long it will wither
turn dry and brown when we shiver
time to give thanks to the giver
oh come hither oh come hither
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dVerse prompt to write a monotetra— eight syllables each rhyming line except for the fourth line which is a four count repeat. Of course I had to write about the garden.
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