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Yard Work
Contributed by
themonk
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Saturday, 29th March 2008 @ 12:45:34 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Yesterday while I was burying
my lies behind the flowers
I glimpsed a squirrel upon a fence.
He asked me why I must bury lies
when the truth shall set me free.
I informed him that they
are only for safe keeping.
One day I might uncover them
and throw the heaps on souls who I
select to be submerged.
Like on birthdays and lover days
when lies are always tucked
under tablecloths. You see,
at these moments this simple shovel
has so much power.
With just the slightest scuffle
here and there, the earth can crack
unveiling God’s darkest creatures.
Don’t you agree Mr. Squirrel?
But by then the clouds,
much like the squirrel, turned around
and skipped away, leaving me at peace
with my yard work.
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themonk
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2008-03-29 00:45:34] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Yard Work
(User Rating: 1 ) by a7x36 on
Saturday, 29th March 2008 @ 08:05:33 PM AEST (User
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i talk to animals too
i like the feel of this, the squirrel think makes it lighthearted, but it still gives you something to think about
i hated weeding the garden |
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