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A very short poem about doing yard work with an OCD spouse.
May 16, 2022
Why are you blowing
While I am still mowing?
You’re obsessed with the length
And I don’t have the strength
To keep on going and going.
Written by Artsy Fartsy Parrot Mama
Book nerd and freelance writer finding gold in ordinary places. And I always follow back.