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May 2016
the moaning of mowers
the madness of may
to cut down and master
like the buzzing of dinosaur size bees
gets under your skin
into your ear
and how you wish your neighbours
petrol driven grass killing machine
would give up its ghost and rust where it lay.
Written by
nivek
597
   --- and The Dedpoet
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