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Alliteration bugs in the garden

I dug the whole hole for that last scrubby shrub.
Busted birchy bones to get in.
Warm wiggly worms waggled their surprise.
Put peat partly into the mix,
Tamped the topsoil tightly down.
Aggravated army of ants on the march
On skin they tickle
like drops that trickle.
At last, with a drench,
and pardon my French,
I curse with the worst malediction.
And, swatting the ants
that have crawled up my pants,
I perform it-
A shrub’s benediction.



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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.

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