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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Mon Mar 02, 2009 12:01 am
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<br />I've had this
<br />penchant for digging
<br />since I buried Barbie
<br />in the sandbox.
<br />She didn't complain
<br />as much as my sister.
<br />Her eyes were open
<br />and bright.
<br />
<br />Mom missed one, but not the other.
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<br />It grew with me,
<br />this penchant.
<br />I still have all my
<br />old shovels.
<br />My new ones are
<br />ergonomic. and have
<br />increased production.
<br />
<br />The sods are so much greener.
<br />
<br />I sometimes miss
<br />that old sandbox though.
<br />Without regular use
<br />it became rancid from
<br />urinating dogs that would
<br />stray onto the property.
<br />Catching them after the fact
<br />taught me to love tempura.
<br />
<br />Recycling is in everyone's interest.
<br />
<br />Now that I'm semi-retired,
<br />I've grown fond of investing.
<br />Everyone seems to agree
<br />that real estate is the major wave.
<br />Good ground, that's for me.
<br />The only rocks worth a tinker's damn
<br />are in their rings and necklaces.
<br />Good ground, that's for me.
<br />
<br />You'd think I'd grow out of it,
<br />wouldn't you?
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