A morning in May,
Not yet hot.
Pull slender shoots,
Some tougher ones, too.
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...'Make way, maple sprouts! Clear out, clover! Sorry, weeds, sorry'... weeding out the woods from mind...good allegoric write...the quoted lines i liked most...10
I really identified with this poem. It did make me smile. Once I start weeding I can't stop - resulting in my (usually) freshly manicured nails being wrecked! Nice write.