I think we need to mow again.
I’ll do it just before the rain.
Everything’s growing lickety split:
Soon there’ll be no place to sit
I’ll trim it too, to look the same.
Before you speak, let me explain:
To me the work is a happy game,
So rest you here for a bit
I will do it quick to keep me fit.
And no, I really won’t complain.
#introtopoetry
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Post imperial wind drift. Swazi, British, Zimbabwe-Rhodesian, Irish, New Zealand citizen and resident, now in Queensland, Australia. 10th generation African of mainly European descent.
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