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It's a hard graft, no bloody laugh ,
this back yard work .
Hands full of dirt ,
swatting the flies around your eyes .
Lifting dog lugs,
spraying the bugs .
Grunting .
Groaning .
Blooding , boning .
Plotting .
Potting .
Lopping, chopping .
Raking .
Breaking .
Shaking .
Aching .
Propagation .
Dedication .
Transplantation .
Recreation .
Sowing new seeds .
Throwing out weeds .
Treating clover .
Bending over .
It's not easy .
Bendzee kneezees .
On my leisure ,its a pleasure this endless work .
Without a shirt a man must sweat .
With beds he's put his punnets in.
His gardening is in his hands,
but it demands a lot of time .
With God's sunshine to germinate,
gardens create life once again .
Holding the rain in tanks the go .
So spare a 'mo .
Breath in the air while you water .
Gardening's gift gives you a life .
It's therapy upon your knee .
A gardens worth of life on earth spent in good time .
Laying down lime .
Seeing crops reap .
Working the peat into the ground .
The plants you spoil with fertile soil .
Keeping grass down back and front both .
Cutting back growth .
Raking up leaves from all those trees in your back yard .
It's very hard .
Thorns on roses .
Tangled hoses .
Fertilizer dung in the air .
Trimming hedges .
Doing edges .
When it is cool clean out the pool
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