Cutting Grass Essay, Research Paper

Cutting Grass

Grass I cut you every weak

I slanted pattern not childish nor week

I cut you last Friday and this Tuesday two

To often too soon

It?s not sensible

I am told to let him worry about the sense

As long as I can knock some into you

I say under my breath

Back to cutting your quarter-inch growth

For a reason I don?t know

A long break as I go to a softball game

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Back to cutting your small growth

One-third a lawn left

Slowing unending madness

One-fifth a lawn left

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DONE

Now I lay on your soft quilted pattern

Rest is coming soon