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GIFT by HILDA CONKLING

First Line: THIS IS MINT AND HERE ARE THREE PINKS
Last Line: IN MANY GARDENS.

THIS is mint and here are three pinks
I have brought you, Mother.
They are wet with rain
And shining with it.
The pinks smell like more of them
In a blue vase:
The mint smells like summer
In many gardens.



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