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The things I sow,

Somehow don't grow,

I'm sorely disenchanted.

But oh what luck,

I have with stuff,

I haven't even planted!

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I wrote this poem a long, long time ago when I used to do gardening with my Grandad and Nana. I actually wrote the poem and then cross-stitched it and framed it for my Grandad's birthday. I was only about 12 but I thought it'd be nice to share it =)

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