Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into
People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!
I will be the gladdest thingUnder the sun!I will touch a hundred flowersAnd not pick one.
To be overcome by the fragrance of flowers is a delectable form of defeat.
People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!
I will be the gladdest thingUnder the sun!I will touch a hundred flowersAnd not pick one.
To be overcome by the fragrance of flowers is a delectable form of defeat.
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