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Virginia S. Strickland Poem
Weeds in my garden they sure like to grow.
It's funny how they all seem to come in a row.
On Monday, the "Weeds of Depression" were so high. As
I plucked the last one I gave a big sigh.
Then Tuesday came and weeds peeked up from the ground.
I pulled ones of "Stress" and soon had them piled high on the ground.
Wednesday came a rushing on thru .
I said "Weeds of Grief" I'll get rid of you too !
On rolled Thursday and I wanted to sleep,
But I pulled "Weeds of Hurt" , tho’ their roots were so deep.
As I waited slowly for Friday to come,
"Worry Weeds" I would pull with my mighty green thumb.
When Saturday came, I thought I was done,
But "Sadness Weeds" stood tall in the sun.
So glad for Sunday cause it's my day of rest,
And I know all week long I had done my very best.
Copyright © Virginia S. Strickland | Year Posted 2006
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