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There’s a weed, you see,
I’ve attacked it with blade,
Weed killer don’t work,
What to do, what to do?
Guess me and this 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!?
.
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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