Spring is sprung;

the grass is hacked/ by the lawnmower it's been attacked/the mustard and nasturtium bloom/ time to weed and give them room/ the stump, the fence, the lemon tree/ all need time and attention from me/ but spring brought out a well thought gift/ rain, so that I can practice water thrift/ and with the rain comes the desire/to lie in bed with book, to retire!/or in the kitchen to celery stalk/and with beef bones make a nice stock/or see the Sunshine at Kabul's/merry, I am one of Fortune's Fools!
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