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On a patch of the yard Behind my house Lives are being risked And even lost Nature maintains. Each end not a spectacle But a prelude. This is not a subtle thing But simply the cost Of perpetuity.
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Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 8:11 AM UTC
perpetuity
On a patch of the yard Behind my house Lives are being risked And even lost Nature maintains. Each end not a spectacle But a prelude. This is not a subtle thing But simply the cost Of perpetuity.
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Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 8:11 AM UTC
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