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My Neighbor

My Neighbor

By:  Elijah Evans

 

My neighbor cries.

Works all day long.

 

Then he comes home

And cuts his lawn.

 

With a mower so green,

And a seat so yellow.

 

I think it might just be a

John Deer mower.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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