Tuesday, May 12, 2009




My asters are disasters.
My lillies aren't dillies.
My daffodills hold no thrills.
I look at the gladioli and just sigh.
My wisteria has diptheria.

If it gets any worse,
It'll be the curse,
That comes down,
When a green thumb turns brown.

Count Sneaky





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4 comments:

  1. AnonymousMay 12, 2009 at 10:37 PM

    I knew you said we might see ourselves in your blog one of these days -- well, I'm pretty sure those are my lilies and daffodils you're talking about! I'm not sure my thumb was ever green...

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  2. LoriMay 12, 2009 at 11:45 PM

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    -Lo and Li

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  3. Nothing ProfoundMay 13, 2009 at 8:58 AM

    Thanks for the kind words about my aphorisms. Definitely lifted me six inches off the ground. Love your blog, the humor, elegance and refinement. Sweet and sophisticated.

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  4. Spilt InkMay 13, 2009 at 1:21 PM

    Well I, for one, have had QUITE enough thrills from daffodills - no your thrill-less ones are perfect

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