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Where the
Crabgrass Grows
Richard Doiron,
Writer & Poet
1998
 n my garden plot where the sun beat hot
And the rain came down a blessing
(Photo: internet site)
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At the very best
I was put to test
With the future left to guessingBut between the rows
Where the crabgrass grows |
That will set my lot to swearing
I was put in awe at the seeming law
That the weather had no bearing
O’er the weeds that grew like a countercoup
Not a ray of sun was plying
Nor a drop of rain
That will stir the plain
While my garden plot was dying
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