Friday Fifty

I work lazily. Each day there is nothing. Then, suddenly, I am surrounded by thousands: enemies on all sides! There is a fierce, bloody battle. A hard hour’s labor: limbs and innards strewn about hatefully, torn from their home. For I am a landscaper, and my enemies are the weeds.

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