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Show Hcps In Cioll(Miroa At corner of my porch prows lacily a ; liupre bouquet of sunny goldenrod breezes softly toss its fronds about And bid them dip and sway and gently nod. It is the habitat, these warm fall days, Of myriads of bees who suck its sweet, Then buzz away to nectar distant hive; Hard workers they, their queen's demands to meet. Does goldenrod make honey that's deluxe As that of clover far out Vernal way? If so, then work on, tiny friends Work hard, for laden fronds won't always stay! Lucy Woolley Brown |