David Threadgold

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.3. The Killer Spray - Poem by David Threadgold

A man from the council
Was spraying for weeds
He burnt my grass edges
And bed full of seeds

He wears a mask
For his personal protection
But lets his spray fly
In most any direction

All of my every-greens
Brown on one side
He could have missed them
But then he never tried


© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 5, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, October 17, 2008


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