"Poetry & Rhymes" by William Hancock

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“This Evil Weed”

This Evil Weed

There’s a weed, you see,
That’s in my garden,
That’s growing as big as a tree.

I’ve attacked it with blade,
With axe and a saw,
And still it’s giving me shade.

Weed killer don’t work,
Nor gasoline and flame,
I swear it’s giving me a smirk!

What to do, what to do?
I’ve even tried dynamite,
And still it’s standing so true.

Guess me and this weed,
Are stuck with each other,
or,.. .
Should I just call it a tree!?

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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[ Image used:  pixabay.com/en/tree-winter-dead-nature-branches-304418 ]

Poem on Image: placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2014′

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