Wednesday, 18 November 2015

Damn Garden

Autumn is here,
once again my garden is covered in leaves, you see it's surrounded by trees,
every November I pick them up,
every November I pick them up, 
every November I pick them up,
I could have been a singer, a roofer, I could have been the man fixing your computer, but that damn garden is covered in leaves, so I better pick them up, while I'm down on my luck.

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