quite contrary, though not Mary
I have no garden grow
but odds and ends that creep to fences
and out they run and flow.
what shall I plant in this great land
when sky would fall again?
would silver bells and cockle shells
make efforts all in vain?
magnetic power that lead through our
adventrures, hear I pray:
make up and down and rich and sound
for flowers on the way.
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