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There's A Gnome In My TulipsThere's a gnome in my tulips He stands proud and tall, Starts to lose his balance Tries his best not to fall. He's been watching over my tulips For many years now, He kicks the bugs out of there Sometimes I wonder just how. He will never tell his secrets No matter where, he may roam, My tulips will always be looked after So long as I have my gnome. Copyright Cynthia Jones Oct.24/2006 I had this as one of my titles. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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