February 17, 2005 by AK
The avenue ends with a garden:
For many, a refuge of delights,
For others, well… a garden.
Now those who walk and those who sit
Cast glances quite peculiar,
At first glance though, just walk and sit.
Wherever to I have to go,
That garden’s always on my way,
No means at all to walk around.
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