Not a poem, riffing on Frost, implied cussing
Referenced poem: Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening, by Robert Frost. Except I was mowing trails and hit mud, and my brain just now - a day late and a few stanzas short - erupted in this. For which I apologize.
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The woods are lovely, dark and deep
stop trying to eat my *censored* mower
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The back 40 has zero chill and so, so much mud.
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