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Oct 2022
The Neighbour
1 October 2022

Feisty was the neighbour,
Not as old as I.
Didn’t shirk the labour,
I could only eye.

Challenged every habit
Custom we had held.
Bushes for the rabbits,
Slashed and fully felled.

Dressed up the garden,
Flowers pleased the eye.
Became the local warden,
Edging lines awry.

Household soon renewed,
No limit to the purse.
Perfection was pursued.
Made mine feel crude.

Felt my comfort leaving,
To smile would host a lie.
Left alone and grieving,
Time for apple pie.

Garbage now the focus
Where to put the pail,
Glad we have no locus,
Outside be in jail.
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BTW
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