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Spring GardensI love the smell of freshly plowed earth As Spring gardens I ready to birth So may from the soil in which I toil Bring forth fruit that my labor is worth But oh how I wish for a tractor The pain in my back plays a factor If not for the tiller, I would not feel ‘iller' And be off to the chiropractor! Copyright ©2007 Lester Tucker Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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