It doesn't seem so far anymore
It doesn't mean so big a deal
What used to be an issue of weeds and of litter
No longer appears unsightly, no longer makes me bitter
For a garden of stone or of grass or of slab
May be easier to tend to but no attention will it grab
So for in theses days before it gets cold
You'll never find me claiming in words oh so bold
This is all too much, this is all to disheartening
You know you can never have too many flowers in your garden
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