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I meant to do my work today

But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,

And a butterfly flitted across the field,

And all the leaves were calling me.

And the wind went sighing over the land,

Tossing the grasses to and fro,

And a rainbow held out its shining hand…

So what could I do but laugh and go?

-Richard le Gallienne-

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  1. Lovely poem. And I went too, not much laughing though, weeding is a chore I don’t get much out of. ;~P

  2. 🙂 It fit the day, but I am now hard at work weeding my garden, too! Then, as soon as I take a break from this hard work I will be blogging more earnestly again….

    all in a days work I guess you might say