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The Gardener Mulls
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The Gardener Mulls


The gardener comes; the gardener goes
The season ebbs, and the season flows

The birds will sing the mornings' ring
as light to night everything dulls
while the gardener mulls...

As the gardener mulls
the spacing of his pride
obsessively compelled
compulsively tried

And pretty petunias all in a row
with precise allotments 
from which to grow

The gardener mulls
to and fro
from here to there
he comes and goes

The seasons swing
yet the gardener mulls
with trembling hands
he still doth sow

And winters' dawn
cold rain then snow
of dismal days
that once did glow

To days gone by
and beauty nulled
overgrown the weeds
where a gardener
(once) mulled
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Messages In This Thread
The Gardener Mulls - by CCoburn - 10-09-2024, 02:12 AM
RE: The Gardener Mulls - by Encia22 - 10-09-2024, 06:02 AM
RE: The Gardener Mulls - by UltraBudgie - 10-09-2024, 09:23 AM
RE: The Gardener Mulls - by Ray1990 - 10-09-2024, 10:11 AM
RE: The Gardener Mulls - by CCoburn - 10-10-2024, 04:05 AM
RE: The Gardener Mulls - by xpert11 - 10-10-2024, 06:26 AM


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