I have a little garden
A garden full of words
Prose they act like flowers
The poems act like birds
It blooms the whole year ’round
Whether spring or snow or fall
For reading is like rain
And sunshine for them all
Never a dull day I’ve had
Never have a dull day I will
For years and years from now
This garden be growing still

Beautifully written, Frank!
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Thank you, Cherie.
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You’re so welcome, Frank.
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Love this oasis of cheerfulness in a pretty grim looking world
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Thanks.
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There will always be something worth writing about, for sure.
Art
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I love it sir. A refreshing experience after being stuck in the house for so long lol.
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What a beautiful flow of words ❤
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Thanks.
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My pleasure ❤
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lovely metaphor 🙂
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I bow to thee sir. Awesome!
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Thank you.
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Loved the analogy. Wonderfully penned.
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Thanks.
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Thoroughly enjoyed. I’ve re-posted, full credit given.
https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/09/08/my-little-garden-frank-solanki/
Thanks for sharing.
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Wonderful poem!
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Thank you.
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I hope the well never runs dry, Frank. I enjoy our poetry.
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