I awoke this morning to wet feet. The roof has developed a new leak.
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Pitch and Patch
Mend the latch
There’s a hole in the roof again
The bills stack high
We can’t deny
The tax collector his due
Owning our home
Seemed freedom’s throne
But it’s a hedge fencing us in.
But this patch is mine
It isn’t thine
My yard doesn’t belong to YOU.
Compost the leaves
Ignore the reave
Here control of my life will begin.
A garden ten-square
A pet’s comfy lair,
I will take care of my own.
Use fallen limbs
To trellis up vines
Don’t let despair come in.
Pitch and Patch
Mend the latch
There’s a hole in the roof again
Catch the drip
Mind you don’t slip
Tomorrow the sun will shine.
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