you've gotten in the habit
of pulling up my kale
then hopping down the trail
to your hiding hole
where you place it in a bowl
and eat it with my peas.
Keep out of my garden, please!
Monday, May 15, 2017
Keep Out:A Picture Poem
you've gotten in the habit
of pulling up my kale
then hopping down the trail
to your hiding hole
where you place it in a bowl
and eat it with my peas.
Keep out of my garden, please!
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