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Day 341 prompt: Garden
(a limerick)
my garden has fifteen rows
that interest a murder of crows
they toppled my straw man
and pooped on my tin pans
those pesky birds reap what I sows
Crows
Beth Nyland
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Murder and pooped in the same limerick. Quite clever!
Thanks, sister. I read it to Isaac this morning, grinning at the end. “Proud of yourself, Mom?” I sure am, buddy.