The Hanging Garden
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This earth is the
hanging garden of God
in this garden
a lots of flower blossom every day
you will get a lots of mountains
cascades falling from mountain
a lots of rivers flowing
from one end to another
somewhere it is plain
greenish land
some where desert
some where great pond
we all have come
to play in the garden
to enjoy the garden
we should preserve the garden
should not destroy it
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