Those sweet peas climb,
They're growing fine,
With sturdy stems,
They will entwine,
And soon they'll be in wonderful flower,
I love to see them,
Grow and tower,
Over all the other plants,
Next to them,
They gaily dance,
In the morning summer breeze,
Beneath the luscious,
Green fur trees.
Jayne Louise Davies
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