Those weeds out in my garden,
They keep on coming back.
I really, really, really wish
They would cut me some slack.
I pull them and I curse them
Pour vinegar galore
I think they should be dead now
But when I look there’s more
I yank them out each morning
I dig them up at night
And even though I try and try
I seem to lose the fight!
My knees are very calloused
The sweat is on my face
My hands are always rough and dry
So if you see a weed here
Just look the other way.
Today I’m spending time with friends
I’ll weed another day!
NOTE: I'm planning on blowing up each paragraph in large type, laminating them, and using them to make stepping stones.
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