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September 1, 2011

My head pounds and aches on this first of September.  
Evil dastardly ragweed lurks at every turn
even just outside my bedroom window.
I was too happy to bother rooting it out this summer.  
Now I cast curses, give it the stink eye, knowing full well 
that these gestures are futile, even childish.  
The natural world that I love has flattened me.  
A tall common and might I say unpretty weed has won.
I am defeated.  
Humbly I loosen the cap on a bottle of pills 
hoping for respite.

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