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I'll Be In My Garden (Smiling You A Sun)
by Alison McKenzieI can't chase you.
It just isn't in my bones;
A garment that's never fit.
Instead I will weed my garden,
And if your voice ventures
Across my modest picket fence
To say good morning
On your 257th time around my block,
I will wipe the sweat from my brow
With the back of my gloved hand,
Lick my lips,
And smile you a sun. 01/06/2015 Posted on 01/06/2015
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