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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
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 2:30 PM UTC
Garden
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
#god#garden#hands#pretty#npmhands
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 2:30 PM UTC
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