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To get out and do gardening can be such a chore.
For some it's a real pleasure and for others a bore.

We mow and we weed and trim all the big bushes
When really we'd like to be sitting down on our tushes.

Oh why doesn't it rain? The fertilizer I just put down.
It seems to only rains when to  the park I am bound.

When everything is doing well, you'd think I could relax,
But I live in Florida where I may just collapse.

For we work all year to make our yards look great
But the good part is we don't have to wait.

© Copyright 1997 by Jean E, Gorney