There is a statue in my garden,
Made of concrete cold and hardened;
It has a red cap and a white bushy beard,
In fact, its face is rather weird.
Its nose is large and very round,
Its moustache strong and wide;
It has two feet planted in the ground,
Its short with rounded sides.
It cannot move, nor can it walk,
It cannot hear, it cannot talk;
It stands alone near my home,
Its called, 'The Garden Gnome.'
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