Today's OneWord: Gardener

Don't say hello the gardener, the one wearing the cap so red. He'll squirt you with his hose and stick flowers up your nose and he'll slam his rake on top on your head. Don't say hello to the gardener, with the droopy jowl and permanent frown. If he had only caught a train or a just ascending plane to a new life in a brand new town.

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