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More Gardening
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015

The heat it just keeps rising, there’s a lot of work to do                      
I’ve had enough of gardening, you could say that I am through
but I’ve done what I had to do, no matter what you think
and now I’m going to go inside, and get myself a drink

So will I have a lemonade, or will I have a beer
there’s lots of sharp tools still to use, I should keep my head clear
I pour a glass of lemonade, no sparkle ‘cause its flat
looks like it will just be the beer, so that’s the end of that

At least, that is what I think, and then she comes inside
the gardens looking lovely, she says, with lots of pride
if you just bring the green bin round, we’ll clean up all the mess
I think of lots of reasons not, and then I answer yes

For my wife’s not just a quilter, she loves the garden too
working with the flowers, pots, and fertilizer poo
you don’t have to help me, she tells me, quite sincere
I’ve fallen for that trap before, and say, I don’t mind my dear.

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