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My love for gardening has come late in life,
In most gardens there's no room for strife.
Anger has no place here,
Just beauty, year after year.
If you're afraid of work or toil,
You should keep your hands out of the soil.
You may join me now if you choose,
To see the red, green, yellows and blues.