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CONTRASTING GARDENS

This amusing little story is about a man from Leeds
Concerns his overgrown garden which is full of weeds
Green fingers this man certainly does not possess 
I reckon that's why his garden was a mess 

With a garden like his I wouldn't know where to start
Tiring work for sure pulling unkept weeds apart
The grass was tall some say at least waist high
One consolation makes a nice place for cats to lie

The house next door I hear is immaculate and clean
One of the prettiest gardens Leeds has ever seen
The overgrown garden is maybe kept by an old man
He may not own a lawn mower or watering can

My home is not big enough for any type of garden 
So I'm liberated and been granted a pardon 
A garden like all things is all about choice 
The actions one takes and freedom of voice

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Richard Waters

Green, to go. Go, for green. A seasoned approach, to respect ? NO " WASTE " CONSIDERED. IT, is natural, you know ? The " Rub, of it " ? :) Be careful, out there !!!
Take, the best of care. And, bear. IF, found wanting.  :) :) IN, the wrong location !!!!

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Richard Waters

" CANADA....IT , is different, see !!! "  :) :)
" Put on Red Lights ? " Ugly spuds, on sofa, " more " appropriate. For, company ?  :)

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