Greenage

by St Simon   Nov 7, 2005


I knew one day i could see the trees in my garden if only the weed wacker would start.

One thing could only mean i must go to BP and get some fuel as soon as i could, But what not of this garden my love for the goat that reads my mail.

From weeds to flowers i like touching them alot, In my house were gardens can be seen from the dark room with no...plants.

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