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Geraniums don't grow in swamps
Hard to hold it when you're banned from the house until the mud is washed off. The tomatoes were weeded and the eggplants were next. Each row needed to be neatly hoed, or else! The clay clung to my clogs. I tried to hold it. But I couldn't. No one was around, I thought, so I sought a pot. "Who drowned my geraniums!" I heard much later that night. Kåre Enga catalogue number: [162.277] Note: written as a short exercise, preferably 55 words, has 69.
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