Sunburnt neck
Aching legs
And garden soil between my toes
But the potatoes are planted
And all that's left are the squash plants
Hopefully
They can be finished by tomorrow night
So we can relax this weekend
But
Nothing is written in stone
And we can't see the future
So all we have
Is hope
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Poetry Book 4
Poetryhello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
