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I Just Happened to Run Into the Right Shade

The garden’s under tons of ice;
The lawn rests under snow;
The pests, like mice, and bugs and lice
Sleep–so does the hoe.

My wife, though, sees (still I will pardon her)
That resting doesn’t reach the gardener.

by Ray Romine Thursday, August 17, 1950

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