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![]() The Gardener You cannot plant weeds in the garden of your soul and await with eager face the birth of a rose, Plant your garden full of wholesome seeds, of corn and wheat and pungent rye, and flowers petaled red and blue, and with care, by and by, a tender bud will bloom, Provided you sow not the ground, with indifference, for then you ll know that want of loving care strikes down, the sweeter things you might have grown. -Sharon C. Hawk |
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