Old Hand MowA Poem by James PaulinRhymeoCut grass, Push it up and back. In rear catcher green clippings stack. Blades clack, mower alignment, out of whack. Sweat, grit and strain fuel attack. No gas © 2010 James Paulin |
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2 Reviews Added on June 4, 2010 Last Updated on June 4, 2010 AuthorJames PaulinMIAboutAfter 38 years of working as an automotive design sculptor, I retired and have been doing a bit of fishing and writing poems. I've gotten better at both and had some recognition. Most of my poems are .. more..Writing
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