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i see the petunias , lilacs and forsythia. the tomatoes , strawberries, grapes and pine cones and the squirrels in my garden and i know God is there and He brings me gifts of flowers and sunshine and butterflies and hummingbirds and sweet, sweet air and i know God is there He lets me play in the garden my garden is my art He brings me lilies and daisies and asters marigolds and sweet alyssum ...memories from grandmas a magnolia and butterfly bushes from my sons foxgloves from a time spent with my precious friend and bittersweet geraniums... memories of my mama's grave... cj 2016
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
my secret garden
i see the petunias , lilacs and forsythia. the tomatoes , strawberries, grapes and pine cones and the squirrels in my garden and i know God is there and He brings me gifts of flowers and sunshine and butterflies and hummingbirds and sweet, sweet air and i know God is there He lets me play in the garden my garden is my art He brings me lilies and daisies and asters marigolds and sweet alyssum ...memories from grandmas a magnolia and butterfly bushes from my sons foxgloves from a time spent with my precious friend and bittersweet geraniums... memories of my mama's grave... cj 2016
cynthia-jeany9
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
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