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Burnt Grass- -

Went to cut the grass
Lawnmower would not start
Just needed gasoline to run

So I got some gas
Lit a match, flame on
Spilled some on the lawn

Sun was so hot
Whole lot burnt-up

8/28/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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