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My Garden

 

Pretty, pretty flowers around

Bright green grass on the ground

Cute little birds chirping

There are more things

There’s a big shed

Where there are supplies

Butterflies fluttering around

There are lots of sounds

This is our garden

It’s filled with love

Everything is pretty

Like the cute dove.


 

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  1. T.SrinivasanAugust 27, 2020 at 6:53 AM

    You have described the beauty of garden in simple words. Great.

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  2. UnknownAugust 27, 2020 at 9:12 AM

    Super cute poem dear.

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  3. hianusreeAugust 27, 2020 at 10:43 AM

    Fantastic

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  4. T.SrinivasanAugust 27, 2020 at 7:24 PM

    Your poem took me to your garden and I enjoyed the gentle breeze in your thoughts. Wonderful
    From Pushpa patti

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  5. T.SrinivasanAugust 27, 2020 at 7:27 PM

    I enjoyed the gentle breeze in your thoughts wonderful garden poem.

    Pushpa patti

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  6. UnknownAugust 27, 2020 at 9:17 PM

    Very beautiful description Shriyanda. I enjoyed it.

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  7. Shammy 2.0August 29, 2020 at 4:08 PM

    Awesome- Shammy

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  8. AnuanilAugust 29, 2020 at 8:19 PM

    So cute poem.i can see ur garden from ur description.

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  9. Priya RajeshSeptember 8, 2020 at 6:53 PM

    Wonderful dear!! Ur garden looks pretty like u!! Super description...keep writing dear

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  10. Viji AravindJuly 20, 2021 at 7:38 PM

    Lovely Shriyandhaa! Keep writing. You seem to express your thoughts with ease and clarity. Keep it up!

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