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Hoe, hoe, hoe.
Rake, rake, rake. I'm harvesting dandelions as the sun continues to bake. Growing weeds is lots of fun. Little maintenance is required, so little has to be done. I make sure my dandelions are in neat little rows, and when it comes time to grow sandspurs, the land I'll rehoe. The best thing about growing weeds is such a small thing. You don't have to weed! It shows I'm actually thinking. I love my little garden full of happy little weeds. They grow unchecked, making me happy, indeed.
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