Slyly she stole into their yard,
Under the sliver of moon.
Respecting the silence, she
Rejected an urge to
Erupt in a gleeful tune. She
Planted three hundred and
Twenty petunias
In colorful, harmonious rows;
The fragrance would waft right
Into their house. In the morning
they would know
Of a loving someone who,
Under the sliver of moon,
Surprised them for their golden
anniversary in June.
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