No, I've not decided to write poetry but to comment on my useless backyard... thing.
Being from back east, it is an entirely new concept to have a firepit. This is a place where you sit around a fire. Even though this place I live in is a desert. A fire.
Anyway, maybe we can roast wieners or marshmallows or chestnuts except this firepit does not work. It's not hooked up to the gas line or the valve is broken or something that makes it not work. So in a very limited backyard, with little space and hardly enough room to move I have this big concrete blob that does... nothing. Come visit my firepit of nothingness and write your own poetry.
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