Don�t listen
when I talk about Nature.
I�m liable to call my garden
my soul, God, or lovely
(a word my barber hates
when men use it) then curse
mosquitoes, munchy deer
groundhogs, and
a humidity that turns
skin into a leaky faucet.
Kenneth Pobo
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Don�t listen when I talk about Nature. I�m liable to call my garden my soul, God, or lovely (a word my barber hates when men use it) then curse mosquitoes, munchy deer groundhogs, and a humidity that turns skin into a leaky faucet. Kenneth Pobo |
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