Up and down, up and down.
It's the same thing, every day, every week, every year.
Why can't I go round in a circle,
or diagonally, or zig zag or even have a day off occasionally?
I wish I could do something else for a living, anything.
The life of a lawnmower is very boring.
Spring turns my thoughts to the garden.
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