You're sort of an early one in my garden, emerging vigorously and almost crowding yourself out.
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I'm sorry that I must keep you in a cage, behind the cruelly cold welded wire.
I wish I could let you roam free like your children, basking in the sunshine up on the ledge next to the pond...
...where they can even hold hands...
...or play hide-and-seek with the violets in the lawn.
Your offspring from years past have found a temporary home of sorts...
...with me, near the house...
But alas, I just can't let you have your freedom.
You know what will happen if I do.
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Nice pictures and commentary helps men identify the early cup plants in the park next door
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