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"In your neat garden iris grows Bright yellow, mauve - in stately rows. This one you’ve picked’s a lovely thing, I know it brightens up our spring. But in the forest, springtime’s child, A purple iris growing wild, Can melt my heart as spring melts snow, It’s spoilt me for the sort you grow!" - Jude, Wild Iris = Peace and happiness to all who venture here. Dwight.