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In summer I like to work in the yard;
Humidity makes my gardening so hard.
The weeds have to go and under duress;
I fight for the flowers between lots of rests.
Then early one morning I felt oh-so lively;
The weeding went well until I saw poison ivy.
My two-hour spree of cool morning work,
Had ruined my life, I felt like a jerk.
The weeds were all waving as I left the bed,
With two guys who carted me off, and I said:
“I’m coming back soon… don’t think that I’m done,
And I will be toting my ortho weed gun!”
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