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I used to have a garden
I used to have a garden,
It was my dearest friend.
I promised to tend to it,
Until the very end.
The outcome of the harvest;
Depended on my mood.
And, to be honest,
The results were quite mixed.
The fruit it bore weren't perfect,
But it couldn't be beat.
I honestly doubt you tried a strawberry
That was as sweet.
Yet as the years passed,
It grew less colorful;
The outcome of the harvest
depended on my mood.
One day, I went out into the world
green.
Not quite yet an old soul,
but kinda mean.
I didn't come home for holidays,
I didn't come home at all.
My mother sent pictures everyday,
To show me what my best friend looked like in the fall.
I never opened the packets,
Just piled them in a heap,
or stuffed them in my pockets.
I eventually mustered up the courage
To open up that package
And take a look at my foliage;
I had to open that package.
Every single plant was in the same condition;
Dead, but still there.
And after that observation,
I decided to go back there.
I now have a garden,
It is my dearest friend.
I promise to tend to it,
until the very end.
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