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Close Shave

The lawn awaits the mower’s blade
The blade of dullest steel is made
The smoke of petrol fumes abound
As the mower is pushed around
The grass beard trimmed of morning shade



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  1. Date: 9/20/2014 5:00:00 AM

    A sweet verse. I can almost smell the new mown grass, although in our case it would be newly mown weeds!