Wednesday, November 07, 2012

I Really Can't Help It

Weeds by David Scott

How fast they grow!
They spring from the ground
streaking right up to my hip.

I can't rip them up fast enough!
For every one I yank out,
four burst out!

My hands torn raw,
my arms exhausted,
without progress.

Tomorrow I'll call a lawn service.


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