Ode to Yard Work

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I do not like this twinge I feel,

So I tell myself it is not real.




It feels like there’s  a knife in my back.

Perhaps I should give it one good crack.




Now I have a pronounced limp

And I’m walking like a badass pimp.




Alas, my hoe was unkind to me,

And now I wish I was pain free.

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