Sunday, June 22, 2008
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Friday, June 13, 2008
She steals the ripened fruit off my tree
Love slowly withers on the vine
Jasmine's in bloom
I know that you will soon be gone
The only woman I know
To hurt me so
And the flowers will grow
In my garden
She left her lipstick and her stale perfume
I left a note upon the wall
(it said) Be sure of what you've got
Cause girl you're not
The only woman I know To hurt me so
And other flowers will grow
In my garden
You're not the only woman I know
To hurt me so
And other flowers will grow
In my garden
In my garden
In my garden the wild magnolia grows
And there's a rose in the window
Where a lover's heart is snared on a jealous thorn
With the change of the seasons
I let you slip from my hand, now I know
Love is pain
Pain is truth
And the truth is it's over and done
The only woman I know To hurt me so
And other flowers will grow
In my garden
In my garden
In my garden
In my garden
CIELOs Contest with a difference
From the humblest window box to the finest parterre, each garden has its own distinct character--a verdant reflection of the person who created it. So here's what I'm thinking.... Let's celebrate the first day of summer with a party--a garden party!From the oldest to the youngest...