Every time I mowed, I said " this has to be the last time for the year" but it rains and the grass and weeds decide to grow just a little more. So, " for the last time", I mowed and Chuck bush hogged. I think Chuck likes seeing how he can stack the fire pit furniture all up in one pile to make Brambly Pines Yard Art. As I'm mowing around in the circle, I'm thinking, " man I hope I don't knock up against one of the legs of one of the chairs and the whole mess comes falling down on me". Well, I made it without a disaster, " one last time" for the year.
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