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Our Saturdays are For Cleaning

 


It's time to clean the little shed, it's time to clean
"Our backyard" has a timer now
There will be grass or swing sets or dogs
Once again in sequence.
Gardens might be dug once more, planted
Right along this fence line. 
It's time to clean the little shed, it's time.

-- Chrissa

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  1. Sherry Blue SkyJune 18, 2022 at 9:30 AM

    I enjoyed this poem so much. Love the rhythm of it, and the repetition - and the feeling of sleeves-rolled-up spring activities. I once had a little shed that was always in need of cleaning - and a gigantic garden.

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  2. Carrie BurttJune 18, 2022 at 6:05 PM

    I love the hopeful feeling this holds my friend!

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  3. Gillena CoxJune 19, 2022 at 3:24 AM

    a little bit of Wonderland just enough fun
    Happy Sunday Chrissa

    much❤love

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  4. Keith's RamblingsJune 19, 2022 at 9:46 AM

    Oh, to have a garden with a little shed again. Simply delightful.

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  5. Marion HortonJune 20, 2022 at 2:32 AM

    I always hate cleaning the garden shed - all those spiders! Your poem will inspire me to do it.

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  6. qbitJune 20, 2022 at 4:30 PM

    "Once again in sequence." Yes, indeed. Order is restored, and so are we.

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