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The Gardener

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The gardener does not love to talk,
He makes me keep the gravel walk;
And when he puts his tools away,
He locks the door and takes the key.

Away behind the currant row
Where no one else but cook may go,
Far in the plots, I see him dig
Old and serious, brown and big.

He digs the flowers, green, red and blue,
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Nibedata sinha 18 June 2019

A nice poem

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Basant 21 November 2017

Read this two lines of the poem what does this tell us about the gardener

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