Poem -

Yard work

Yard work

The hot sun beats down,

The grass is extra tall,

The mower full of gas,

Where’s my cold beer?

Where’s my tall boy?

Where’s my fuel?

Heineken Zero answered the call!

The hot sun beats down,

The grass starts to fall,

The mower is kicking ass,

A cold beer.

A tall mug.

A scratch itched without visiting the past. 

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Rory McGinlay

Do you know the word 'yaka'? 

I should probs visit your profile,
It Aussie slang for hard work....

Yard yaka'
Lol

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.Rob

Sweet , I did not know that, it sounds way more hip and cool… yard yaka, 

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