Leaf Blower's Unite
It is a morning in early spring
I see my flowerpots filled with left over growth
So ugly and demised
Peaceful and quiet ,until the surprise
Of multiple leaf blowers
From every corner of the neighborhood
It was as though they called each other out
Funny one man starts his and it must prompt
the rest
Lets see who can do there best
Soon my head was filled with noise
from every angle of the yard
Dogs would be barking, babies waking from their naps
All for the sake of leaves
God is there no rest from this weary place
What ever happened to a man using his rake?
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