The vines have exploded upwards, blossoms abound.
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Pearly Gates White — perhaps you’re old enough to remember?
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Not quite the Heavenly Blue.
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Is a Rose.
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Painted, with many brushes.
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And with bug, pollinating, or possibly just passing through.
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Evening Glory, a Moon Flower, blooms in the near dark.
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Just walking the wraparound of porches, the frame of the house.