Ever since I was a kid I've always loved gardening. Or to be more precise, I've always loved growing flowers. And I always dreamed that one day I'd have a garden just like contrary Mary's, you know, in the poem, with 'silver bells and cockle shells and pretty maids all in a row'. And now I've got one and after eight years' work, it's looking mighty fine.
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I can handle the flowers; it's the pretty maids all in a row I can't get right.
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