Poetry in a Pandemic: Garden Limerick
Can’t wait to get out to the garden.
Put seedlings outside to harden.
Temperature will rise.
Sun will shine bright.
Deer dare not nibble.
It’s not meant to be kibble.
At that I will quibble!
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