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Lupins from Patricia Ann! She, though barely seven, has a garden of / her own, a little bit of heaven. Blossoms that she grew for me -- so / her little letter ran -- what gift could more lovely be. Lupins from / Patricia Ann! Purple, pink and ivory white, here is one with tint of / rose; did they, Pat, o'er-top your height, though you stood on / tippy-toes? Thoughts are wandering for a span round about a vase of / blue. Lupins from Patricia Ann -- can I help but think of you. / Patricia Ann! Throughout your days you a gardener must be. / Gardeners have gentle ways, all their thoughts make melody. As your / destined path you take, and places you must scan; there, sow seeds / for love's own sake, blossoms from Patricia Ann!