My Backyard

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Green blades cut through dirt
And the dew drips off the trees
The sun casts shadows

Basil now sprouts forth
Dandelions rise like beasts feared
The garden cries out
A gardener must save lives
The crop is starting to rise

-Michaela Raygor 4/8/2015

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