In my garden, I find a serene retreat,
With blooms that whisper, soft and sweet,
Each seed I plant, a promise sown,
In nature's embrace, my heart has grown,
I care for the earth with love so pure,
My return gifts to nature - trees and life, ever sure.

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Every morning is a bright new slate,
A canvas of dreams, it's never too late.
Brush it with joy, with hope in your stride,
Paint it with courage, let fears subside.

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The year drags on, its weight so strong,
A path that felt both harsh and wrong.
Dreams delayed and plans astray,
Moments lost in the fray.

Yet as the clock begins to turn,
New lessons learned, new fires burn.
Though this year's grip may linger near,
I’ll shape the next with hope and cheer.

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Is the weekend freedom or just a tease?
Two short days to do as we please;
It flies so fast, like a fleeting breeze,
Why does Monday sneak in with such ease?

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Take my number and invite me for lunch. It's been a long time since we have met.

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transiting from Sunday evening
to Monday morning...

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Time is equal for everyone. Yet, the one who dives finds pearls, the one who casts a net catches fish, and the one who just stands and watches only gets their feet wet.

Life is the same way—everyone has one life, but it’s our efforts that become our strength.

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My first culinary
mentor?
Grandma herself...
She passed down every
secret, every trick.
Go ahead, put me
to the test!

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One day, I'll swap my kitchen for a stage,
my spatula for a spotlight,
and the world will tune in for
a taste of my signature flavors.

Watch out for my
cookery channel soon!

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I’m practically on a first-name basis with every cookery channel out there; and my subscription list reads like a culinary hall of fame!

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