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Rude Becky, standing tall and proud, to guard my garden gate, You can relax, I come in peace, I wish you no ill fate. What’s that? You now demand a search for items on your list? No knives, no scissors, nothing sharp – okay, I get the gist. Stand down, my friend, you can relax.…
Rude Becky, standing tall and proud, to guard my garden gate,
You can relax, I come in peace, I wish you no ill fate.
What’s that? You now demand a search for items on your list?
No knives, no scissors, nothing sharp – okay, I get the gist.
Stand down, my friend, you can relax. Â You see? Â I’ll go away.
(I’ll come back when you are asleep – I need a fresh bouquet!)
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My vigilant garden patrol, Rudbeckia, making sure I leave my cutting shears outside the perimeter!
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This is Fabulous, Melody!!! I love the personification!!
That wild imagination has finally come in handy…
I know what you mean–I’m so glad mine kicked in in my silver years!
Well, you can’t blame black-eyed Susan for being sensitive, can you, Melody??? 🙂
No – probably not! 🙂
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
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