Out there weeding, weeding, bending Oh! so gracefully . .
Up there right above me , but not so really far. A plane keeps buzzing by. Joy flighters checking out the scenery, that is really, really nice.
But I'm sure if I bend over and point my butt towards the sky.
Will they shake their heads and wonder, has that pilot lost his way. We are quite sure that Mitre Rock, is out the other way.
So now the problem really does begin, do I hang my smalls upon the line, to flap and flutter in the breeze.
Or will they think that the "Endeavour" has just floated in from way out in the sea.
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