The maintenance of this place,
to mend unhinged gates,
to creosote fencing,
to cut back the burst hedges,
to prune the thorny boughs,

mounts before anything starts,
becoming the list
of the never-finished;
add to that self-improvement,
and nothing ever gets done.

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