Living in a drought was when I thought how hard I fought to keep the grass but all was lost when the gophers came to claim their fame against a lame man who could never find fame nor a friend like a pretty dame all the misery became the same when I was young I was able to take aim but now those days are gone I now sit where ever I can imagining beneath a willow tree but yes those days are gone.
This sounds like something a poet would say. But enough the drought is long over I don't care what the experts say they can oppose me all they want but a flood is a flood is a flood and they don't come in the summer time. The heat waves come in the summer time but this time I came well prepared.The gophers may come back to take my life away but this I've to see before I can believe it. I enjoyed posting a statement that the only good gopher is a dead one and then I posted numerous dead gophers high on a level for all critters if any live gophers to view. The word and the proof is out I will kill any which way I can the rodents which were designed to dig holes in my lawn but worst are the raccoons which I have been dealing with for years as they love my new lawn and can ravage it. Too many raccoons have been yelling blackjack but I DON'T CARE they will be dealt with. What kind of a journalist am I? This posting was suppose to be about the floods not last summer's heat wave. Oh well.
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