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Free verse № 151830

garden spite

Member since 2001 · Posted 15 May 2007 · 3 comments

With absolute certainty it's time for such endeavors, I rip down the garden gate and beckon forth my neighbors. Pick! Eat! Till and toil, or simply sit and stare awhile. What you don't take the rabbits will, and fences make me ill.

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[7] Dovina 16-May-07/4:08 AM Reply
Start with "I rip down the gate . . ." But for what reason you want to do this I can't see.
[7] Skamper 17-May-07/1:37 AM Reply
Somehow this makes me feel naked.
[7] nypoet22 28-May-07/7:43 AM Reply
for awhile i thought this was about new jersey - the garden state... but yes, the first two lines seem unnecessary.