Tuesday, 6 November 2012

6 November 2012 - Weed

 
A poor sad weed struggling along by the back fence.
It was somehow surviving not getting watered at all,
being by a sunny hot back fence
(it was 35 degrees celcius on Sunday)
and an attack of bugs (aphids?)


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  1. Whee Gina7 November 2012 at 05:40

    Don't pull me up, I got to live
    The same as what you got to do
    And 'Uman people never give
    A thought to what a weed goes through.
    'Unted and 'acked and 'oed to death
    We 'ardly draw a peaceful breath.

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    1. Frances8 November 2012 at 05:29

      Too right Gina! Who wrote this poem please?

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