Sunday, March 19, 2017

Missing Valentine

I always miss some places
So I have to go back
Over them with my clippers
Like trimming faces
Buried in the bearded
Weeds ladies in their curlers
But the sun keeps moving
Combing over the grass
So the more I eliminate
The more appear
First Spartacus with his million
Summarily dispatched
Then the savior dandelion
Whose sun has not been matched

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