Garden Flower
That garden flower,
It peeked at me,
As if it were in glee,
To glance at me.
I pretended not to look back,
But of no avail.
It knew what I was trying to do.
It knew, it knew.
Then I turned around to leave.
I was flattered by that garden flower.
It was so beautiful,
But it's attention on me showered.
Thank-you, garden flower,
For beautifying my life.
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