Lady of the nursery, why art thou mazed? Options are bountiful, but any will suffice for purpose of being gazed.

Forget the flowers that wilted after a rinse and a day. Hapless is not your thumb–just trade tag for florist tips to right the way.

Leaves of that one will help you leave behind any cankery mood; photosynthesis grows plants, who, in turn, give you soul food.

Lady of the garden, dressed not in black, but shadowed green, you, ben trovato, were born to uplift, inspire, radiate, and be seen. ; )

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