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Apr 2017
There is a place in my garden
Where I let things freely grow
Never tasting sickle, rake, or ***
A place planted by God's hands
Not mine you see
Always fascinated how his garden
Is always much prettier than mine

©  2017 Jim Davis
Submitted for HP theme today - #hands
Jim Davis
Written by
Jim Davis  Great State of Texas
(Great State of Texas)   
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