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garden spite (Free verse) by skaskowski

With absolute certainty it's time for such endeavors, I rip down the garden gate and beckon forth my neighbors. Pick! Eat! Till and toil, or simply sit and stare awhile. What you don't take the rabbits will, and fences make me ill.

Dovina 16-May-07/4:08 AM
Start with "I rip down the gate . . ." But for what reason you want to do this I can't see.




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