When Will The Garden Gnomes Dance Again

When will the garden gnomes dance in the garden again, so sad are they locked in the shed, prisoners of tradition sat down now looking for a way out, day in day out they waited hearing daily footsteps up and down the footpath. The sunflowers will be planted, my colourful pot friends. In three long boring months you will hear the key of the shed turn, a hand or two will move you once again and pose you in resplendent colour, and your fixed gazes will witness the sunflowers grow there auxiliary turn as if to catch the short lived summer sunshine, oblivious the human eye did not see.

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