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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
This evening while I was squatting in my garden removing unwanted greenery and ruining another pair of slacks, all of a sudden a poem from Edmund Spenser, called “The Faerie Queene”, popped into my mind: "All that in this delightful garden grows, should happy be and have immortal bliss”. Then something occurred to me... Why not share some of that immortal bliss with each and every one who visits The House in the Roses?
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...
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...
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