Where The Flowers Grow
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Jayne Louise Davies
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Out there in the garden,
My sacred place,
Softens the blow,
Of each day I face,
A place to rest,
Where flowers grow,
Where birds love to nest,
A wonderful show,
Of sweet scented blooms,
A picture so fine,
Taken in,
Like a fine wine,
My garden in all its glory,
It's part of my life's story,
Planted with love,
Tended with care,
My place,
I love to be there.
Jayne Louise Davies
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