Mowing the lawn is one of my least favorite things to do with my time. I'd rather write a poem about it (rationalizing, of course). Since this writing, under protest, I have been forced to mow my yard.
Never fear, however, those stalwart dandelions are returning.
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Instead of feeling guilty about my lawn, I'll read this poem again.
Peggy
Last April we visited our daughter. Their lawn mower was in the repair shop and consequently the big lawn had not been mowed but instead was beautiful with the biggest and yellowest dandelions I have ever seen. It was a bright sunny day and we had grand fun with our granddaughters picking dandelion blooms which are now beautiful in sparkling bottles of dandelion wine. I hope they had a good chance to reseed so we can make more in 2002.
katie
very cute poem i liked it
Joe
Very good in context and I can relate to poem as I hate cutting grass also.
Danielle
I love to be driving and see fields of dandelions, I think they are so bright and cheerful! Great poem!
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