168 – Secret Gardener

Poem number 168
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Secret Gardener
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I have a secret garden
Where I grow a lot of peas
I do a lot of weeding
Which is tiring on the knees
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I smell a lot of cow poo
Which I borrowed from a farm
I do a lot of digging
Which is tiring on the arms
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I have a secret garden
So I’m always on my feet
I love my secret garden
‘Cause it gives me things to eat.

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