Wednesday, October 24, 2012


Sorry, friends and neighbors
My lawn will not be nice
The leaves will not be harvested
Oh no!

My rake is twinned with glory vines
Beside the garden fence
I cannot, won't, be moving it 
At all!

It might rob those vines of a place to grow
Deprive them of support,
And I could never do that to them
No, no!

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