Cleaning the yard
can be quite hard.
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A lovely day
no where close to May.
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Down tree limbs
a brush pile laden to the brim.
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Saw’em up and burn’em in a pit;
clean that yard. Have a pop and sit.
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Enjoy being outside.
Watch the sun; across the sky, ride.
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The curse of allergies comes for a visit.
My poor head and nose giving me fits.
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Working outside in the fresh air works up quite the appetite.
Into this sandwich, I wish to bite.
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Sadly, I can’t eat and breathe at the same time.
My stomach is growling, ‘mine! All mine!’
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‘But you don’t understand’, my nose does plead.
‘We can’t breathe and feed.
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Can’t you wait till tomorrow?
Can’t you feel my sorrow’?
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‘Empty, I am. Hungry now.’
My eye raised a brow.
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My head was already hurting.
Full of congestion; with disaster, flirting.
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My body couldn’t handle a total meltdown.
With 7 sneezes in a row, we avoided a complete shutdown.
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The nose was able to breathe long enough to eat.
Now I’m hoping my head and pillow will meet.
Sometimes a face mask can help keep the dust out of your nose! (or a bandana?)
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When I mow, I look more like someone who might be in the yard to rob my house. Instead of taking care of the grass. 🤣 I’d wear a hazmat suit if I could get one cheap.
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This is so beautiful and I chuckled as I read every line! 🤗👏
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Thank you 💕
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Pop😀
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Might be soda or soda pop depending on where you live. 😉
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Isn’t it funny how that one word is so regional? I can’t think of another one like it. Minnesota: “Have a Pop, Have a Shasta!” Oregon: “If I hear you say ‘pop’ one more time I’m going to slap you!” (Those are two places I grew up.)
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That is one aspect of language that I enjoy.
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