Our Strawberry time has gone,
and Apples fill the trees.
The flowers upon the greenery bush
are buzzing live with Bees.
.
The Grass it keeps on growing,
mowing sounds they fill the air.
Near neighbours gone to Majorka,
I bet it's raining there.
.
Begonias fill the garden,
hanging baskets all a'bloom.
The sun is high at midday,
no cloud to set a gloom.
.
Soil it all needs water,
'cause rain we had has gone.
The old Tomcat sits waiting,
for me to fork anon.
<DIR> .
</DIR> Though yesterday has gone,
and tomorrow never comes.
That never stops it growing,
for someone's done his sums.
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............Danaans