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Apr 2015
on my side of the fence
the grass is not green.
only a big bald spot that's
taking up the sun's beam.

my pots are empty because
the flowers refuse to grow.
there's no making sense of
the plants I don't even know.

the ground have stones that
have fallen through the cracks.
found an old broken pitchfork
so i decided to throw it back.

no production of any kind not
even a mustard seed.
what's left in this old garden
of mine are only dried up weeds.
Phillip Blytheville
Written by
Phillip Blytheville  Dallas, Texas
(Dallas, Texas)   
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