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I've spent the entire day doing yard work: mowing, edging, weeding, etc. It's a wondrous time of the year.

Nothing Gold can Stay - Robert Frost
 
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay. 
 



When a thing is funny, search it carefully for a hidden truth. - George Bernard Shaw
 
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