Once in a garden there was a tile in relief,
On its surface lay a painted leaf.
I thought, "That artist really painted with guile;
He tried to fool me with his flamboyant style.
A shape that's drawn so perfectly symmetrical,
To exist in nature would be heretical.
A pink like that has never been seen -
Or peachy-wine tones on that lavender-green!".
While thinking my thoughts, (I had more to say)
A breeze came along and blew it away.
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