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by Sophie May

Created on: April 16, 2008

I've planted gardens of bountiful fruits, veggies and flowers
that I toiled and sweated for many hard hours.

But the real task at hand is to control the water that sprays
from the damn sprinkler heads that shoot in all different ways.

I run back and forth, trying to beat the wind's direction
Relocating the sprinklers that I was sure was a correction.

Oh, what the hell, the sprinklers beat out,
I'm tired, I'll leave them where they want to flow
And just maybe I'll reap some good crops as they grow!

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