FALL I Beautify

Freeing from the brick-brick garrison again on the loose, on the off-day’s greeting and merry truce, after the summer’s fire hydrant spill, went continuously down the quiet hill, even though the charity task wasn’t bound to pay the bills. I was ready to use the 2 cycle strings. I was on the porch stuff was real

A slick, slick mid-day-sharing-son was I, about to flare the gun, of the weed-eater, atleast enough-skilled to “start it up”. I just had to get off my caboose, and hear the fun of the “forthcoming chore so good” to

beautify the neighborhood. The sun scorched, I had a Volunteer rugged gruff feel

Letting loose I was “String Trim Junior-Son-Luner/Looner”, I might’ve been the loon so wrong

Letting loose also was the “tune of” the musical wing of moondog,

I grew to be 11 feet, For I had the “stamping ground” to complete, I became so Hot-Alert-Odd-Though, and my 2 cycle grew and became my hill avenue’s staff. down from the sky onto my head came the viking hat. and the chorus from downtown laughed.

I saw the robotic great dane with all of his protective fenders, with the Familiar Witch jump over the steel tower, the steel tower grew vines, but then quickly receded

I got the brush in front of the parking lot as needed,

I went by the guard rail, and my mind and gait and spark plugs were still succeeding.

I got the X amount etcetera other things. and finally the chore was completed.

I threw some of the scraps and litter-rubbish onto the hidden parking lot between the tracks and the street. Again the train track hills got smothered. Earth was the Mother!

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8/11/24

12:10pm

Fall I Beautify