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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.
Up the ladder:
Why?
Down the ladder:
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Posted: May 15, 2007 11:19 AM PDT; Last modified: May 15, 2007 11:19 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.0596013 Overall Rank: 6759 Comments:
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Dovina @ 24.75.174.198
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16-May-07/4:08 AM
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Start with "I rip down the gate . . ." But for what reason you want to do this I can't see.
Somehow this makes me feel naked.
for awhile i thought this was about new jersey - the garden state... but yes, the first two lines seem unnecessary.
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