We worked in the garden for more than three hours.
Poor Pete would have given up, she said, but
I was unstoppable.
I weeded the hell out of all four beds,
I trimmed two rose bushes, and
I dragged around bags of mulch.
I guess it doesn't sound like much, but,
I was sore and tired, but not as sore and tired as
I would have been last year.
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