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Summertime In Texas...
Contributed by
daprdan
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Friday, 19th May 2006 @ 08:17:44 AM in AEST
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Summertime's a real grand time, for flowers, birds and bees,
It's also time to trim the grass, gardens, bushes and trees,
Some people say I don't like summer, but that just isn't true,
I truly love the summertime, and all the tasks I do.
But let me say about the jobs, as menial as they seem,
They're always a pleasure beyond all measure, when everything is green,
But then I moved to Texas, where stickers and thistles are many,
That's when the summertime became, a game that's just not funny.
And as I cut the brown green grass, and think of days gone by,
When all was grand in this great land, and patience wasn't tried,
So now its spray and water more, don't cut the grass too low,
Or soon you'll find the grass is brown, and now it just won't grow
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Re: Re: Summertime In Texas...
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Friday, 30th June 2006 @ 05:57:53 AM AEST
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Nice commentary on the local variance of seasons that comes with a new place. I agree - you can love something in one place, and suffer it in another.
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