by Arcassin Burnham
In the garden,
Where fruits and the labors do me favors for extra flavors,
In the garden,
Where The roses were my main concern,
In the garden,
Where anything could happen to you,
You can warn your neighbors,
In the garden,
Is the love that you have to earn,
In the garden,
Where the devil like to creep on you,
In the garden,
5 star quality sunlight is also required,
In the garden,
Where no one could ever play tricks on you,
In the garden,
Where your spark could turn to fire.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
In the garden,
Where fruits and the labors do me favors for extra flavors,
In the garden,
Where The roses were my main concern,
In the garden,
Where anything could happen to you,
You can warn your neighbors,
In the garden,
Is the love that you have to earn,
In the garden,
Where the devil like to creep on you,
In the garden,
5 star quality sunlight is also required,
In the garden,
Where no one could ever play tricks on you,
In the garden,
Where your spark could turn to fire.
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