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i pull the cord a sputter and a spit he she it tells me, let the grass grow under your feet pick no weeds let the leaves lie where they fall put a lounge chair on the front lawn sunbathe naked ***** the neighbors) throw the empty beer cans into the street and when the cops come. laugh. pick a mountain any mountain climb up through the ice and snow and when you get to the top of the mountain keep climbing
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
the lawnmower is angry
i pull the cord a sputter and a spit he she it tells me, let the grass grow under your feet pick no weeds let the leaves lie where they fall put a lounge chair on the front lawn sunbathe naked ***** the neighbors) throw the empty beer cans into the street and when the cops come. laugh. pick a mountain any mountain climb up through the ice and snow and when you get to the top of the mountain keep climbing
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
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