A Garden is a beauty,
from one view or another.
But if you see it a different way,
it’s enough to make you shudder.
Roses though red and rosy,
carry daggers on their backs
Oleander though pink and merry,
will bring a plague to your body.
Goldenseal though rich in bounty,
will prick you, make you pay.
So you see though beautiful and cheery,
a Garden’s Fell is merely here.
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