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Monday, December 20, 2010

Mulch and Mayhem

Whined to the Tune of Jingle Bells

Withered leaves, curled and dead

Falling from on high.

Poinsettias come in my door

Hang their heads and die!

Come on over and join me at An Army of Ermas where the hostess with the compostest is armpit deep in live Labradors and dead leaves. Oh, and hot glue. Don't forget the hot glue.

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