I was a skillful, amiable nursery worker, cultivating blooms in a greenhouse,
Like feverish and fragrant blooms, often grown in redbird's green treehouse.
Hours were spent sowing seeds, adjusting conditions, and also and pruning,
As June full moon nights await dawn, in utter hush as blooms are swooning.
It was a profession that I really loved, like milky stars...
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