Monday, August 8, 2016

My Garden Poem


My back’s still sore
From my bending over
My knees ache more
From kneeling on clover
Yet holes were dug
And bushes are in
From wife no hug
Nor merely a grin
But chores are done
And now I'll smile
Cause I’m the one
Without work for awhile!

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