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Nov 2019
If the green grass wasn't washed up
                  on the shores of paradise.

I'd prefer to walk on the mud...
I wander if fake grass used so much has ever washed up on a far away place wondering at the laziness of those not content with nature and paving over it with suffocation.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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