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Feb 2019
Observe how
the grass isn't green.
You are presenting me black weeds
overdue
for mowing.
You can't show me shriveled brown dandelions
and compare them to the ethereal blue roses
that your garden once bore.
Matthew
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Matthew  122/Other/My Basement
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