I know you're out there, oh weed whacker, and I know you live to whack 
weeds.  Little else could make your engine tremble with such excitement, 
your cord whip so endlessly around.  But I know not where you are.  In 
transition, is what I have heard, but has the transit taken place?  Are 
there weeds being whacked somewhere?  Is it possible that your possessor 
could inform me of when and perhaps where I might obtain you, oh little 
whirling dervish, so that my weeds could have their desire to remain 
unwhacked whacked?  Where for art thou, oh weed whacker.  How many weeds 
could a weed whacker whack if a weed whacker could...
Scott
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Scott Campbell Reuman
Artist/Writer
Conundrum Designs, Inc.
Nederland, CO
http://www.conundrumdesigns.com
scottreuman@conundrumdesigns.com 
 
