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Lawn-Mowing The Grass

On a sunny clear-blue day. I get out the lawnmower.
To give the grass it hair-cut. As it was long and wild.
As, I started up the clipper on wheels, the sound was very loud.

As, the blade's was spinning like a tornado.
Everything underneath was blowing away.
Pushing the lawnmower toward the grass.
Whacking away, all of it lock's.

Carefully, making sure the grass is perfectly-cut.
After, finishing up.I took a glance of the yard.
Seeing my work of art. My yard had a perfect-cut.

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Comments (1)

nice idea for a poem; you described lawn mowing in a fun way