by grimbeau



Good, that stopped the table wobbling!

Went out for a quiet garden moment,

just as I was warming in the soft sun

of early autumn, the army commenced

lawnmower war next door. Disappointed my

plans were scuppered, but undeterred to gain

nothing from my venture, I fetched the washing

from the line and back indoors, though failing

to spur the idle into action, I

consoled myself with the thought of green socks.

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