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The Polite Ground Hog
While nestled in my backyard hammock
and reading a gardening book
A ground hog peered from under my fence
and decided to take a look
Locking eyes on my vegetable garden
and then on my old tool shed
next her eyes were fixed on me
followed by a look of dread
She said she was sorry for intruding
and seemed worn from the heat
I invited her over to my patio table
and offered some peppermint iced tea
“I’m so sorry for this intrusion, m’am”
“your herbal tea tasted great!”
As she wobbled across my lush green lawn
she exited through the rear gate.
Written by Gwendolen R.
6-16-12
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