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#wheelbarrow
Iron legs brittle to the touch ready to snap like dry twigs, and yet it still carries mulch, tools, and plants. Wheels tried and true. Metal a sunset hue. It’ll collapse no doubt into a heap on the ground spilling its contents to be judged by the earth. I wonder what will finally make it fail. The stones? The dirt? The rain? It’s a matter of when, not if. All carriers crumble under the weight.
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May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 2:14 PM UTC
A Rusted Wheelbarrow
So much depends Upon A great blue Ocean Blanketing over the fishes Shimmering under the Sun
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Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 6:53 AM UTC
ocean
Pushing wheelbarrows through tall grass hoping it will mow the lawn it only carries old dirt over new problems Occasionally spilling manure over the lip to make new weeds grow faster. Never believed in lawn mowers. Said that cutting the heads off all this grass would risk cutting the heads off the flowers too Most people say **** the flowers But not you Your garden is extravagant.
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Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
Wheelbarrow
Much depends On this life Misspent By paper doll artists
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 6:49 AM UTC
Flimsy Fickle Fine