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The Garden
Sweet smells of night-scented stock
Lavender mists a crescent moon
Starry flowers thirsty phlox
Glossy green needle leaves
Bathed in moonlight garden still
Perfumed sleep a flower weaves
An opium dream a poppy posses
Running water breaks tranquil
Moonlight shimmers on the roses
Lovely sparks of a firefly
Purple pansies bright of eye
Come to know when mom’s nearby
Beryl McMullen
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