In the sunny cottage garden
The hollyhocks thrive
Pleasing to the eye
And loved by the
butterflies
Hollyhocks are the
eatery
For larvae to thrive
Perpetuating the Painted
Lady
Also pleasing to the
eye
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...
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