Remembering her flower garden. She stood appraising her garden a sweet lass I'm sure Waited there I would imagine wondering if I saw the inner beauty of her graceful demeanor. I did but in my wickedness wanted more. Would it have mattered? Probably not had I been wise. A gentle soul such a sweet... Sign in to see full entry.
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