In fall, the leaves come tumbling down,
and guess who does the raking!
Yes, leaves of red and gold and orange
just lead to muscles aching.
I rake until I think I’ll drop;
Dad says it’s good for me.
But I’m quite sure, deep in my heart,
there’s no way that can be.
So here I am with rake in hand
and praying really hard,
that wind will come and blow our leaves
into our neighbour’s yard.
The Lonely Meatball 
Hope springs eternal, lol.
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I guess the ugly truth is – the wind can blow your neighbour’s leaves into your own yard too.
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Well, ’tis an ill wind that blows no good…neighbor’s leaves into my yard…
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That’s always my secret prayer as well.
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That’s always my secret prayer as well.
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I’ve let Mother Nature handle the leaves for years. Sometimes she smiles on me — sometimes not so much. cheers
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Glad to see rakes are still a thing. I much prefer the sound of rakes to weed blowers.
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