Before I make more
of this perfect, sunshiny,
23 degree day,
I ask for the garden weevil
to lose an e,
and so the small,
to make it as wicked
as it is to me.
A full stop then a C
is a tautology,
reinforced 'mixture
of sand, gravel, etc and cement',
when concrete,
a c,
would do,
with less ink spent.
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