Deadheading Poem by Phil Soar

Deadheading



I deadhead my flowers at this time of the year
Snipping each morning, to make new ones appear
It takes me forever, as I have such a mass
I get really tired, and then fall on my ass

Tuesday, September 15, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: flowers,gardening
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