Outside my office window
Waving in the breeze
My Hollyhock will be lovely
Until that winter freeze.
The flowers start below
And climb their way to the top
Lovely bud after bud
All summer before it stops.
So now in the September month
It is almost spent, it's true
But the pink, the color of its coat
Is displayed for me and for you!
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