A poem about my archenemy, the oxalis. Even when everything is covered in plastic, they still come up around the edges of the yard. I hate that they're kind of pretty.V
You mentioned oxalis to me just a few hours after I posted this one. But I was already thinking of you.Honestly, I don't mind oxalis. It's not as if I have a beautifully manicured garden that is being encroached upon.
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