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over the creek and through the woods, a mower roars to life shattering sweet morning silence with sounds of this manmade hell. little homeowner lazy little **** or ***** is your little patch of manicured green so important a sign to ruin this sweet morn? keeping up with the neighbors buying into this artificial life. never are you seen out sitting about in your little-manicured world of green. pesticides and trimmers blowers and mowers how i turn my eye with disgusted scorn at the destruction your convoluted idea of beauty has brought. earplugs firmly inserted windows and doors tightly shut still i can’t help but to cry out, "why can’t you just shut the **** up?!"
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
more modern suburban hell
over the creek and through the woods, a mower roars to life shattering sweet morning silence with sounds of this manmade hell. little homeowner lazy little **** or ***** is your little patch of manicured green so important a sign to ruin this sweet morn? keeping up with the neighbors buying into this artificial life. never are you seen out sitting about in your little-manicured world of green. pesticides and trimmers blowers and mowers how i turn my eye with disgusted scorn at the destruction your convoluted idea of beauty has brought. earplugs firmly inserted windows and doors tightly shut still i can’t help but to cry out, "why can’t you just shut the **** up?!"
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
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