It's true,
that uncultivated field
smacks of disorder
it's not looked after,
it smacks of waste
it's not exploited,
it smacks of neglect
there's no control
but I like it
it smacks of freedom.
25.9.'13
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
It's true,
that uncultivated field
smacks of disorder
it's not looked after,
it smacks of waste
it's not exploited,
it smacks of neglect
there's no control
but I like it
it smacks of freedom.
25.9.'13
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