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Covid Blues

They haven’t come for many weeks the men who mow my grass at level 4 in lock-down too they haven’t had the chance to venture out, the price too high, their bubble they can’t break but honestly paspalum gunk is hard for me to take. They haven’t come for many weeks my pup won’t rest her butt on grass that touches up her tush for her it’s way too much. She whirls and twirls then whirls some more most gingerly she squats but moments later yaps and yelps ‘sif bitten on the bot. They haven’t come for many weeks and with each passing day my yard a meadow has become soon I’ll be baling hay then when they come the men who mow I’ll tell them it’s okay, my lawn became a meadow but, I’m leaving it that way.

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