Garden Wars

I waded deep into the weeds
     and fought with might and main.
In pitched combat, battle joined,
I finally overcame.

About literarylee

I sling words for a living. Always have, always will. Some have been interesting and fun; most not. These days, I write the fun words early in the morning before the adults are up and make me eat my Cream of Wheat.
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