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I see it in the asphalt bumps and sidewalk cracks. Earth, she don't want to be flat. Smooth her out with concrete blocks She'll move and turn without a thought. Spent most of her life clothed with tempestuous life. This recent pavement trend leads to unwanted strife. We build our cornered, straightened, flat, leveled space upon a vibrant, living, rounded, moving place. No, Earth, she don't want to be flat. Full bodied, free flowing, seductress, she scoffs at such mind conceited, power hungry, insincerity; exposing our cracks in her restless slumber.
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
Earth, She don't want to be flat
I see it in the asphalt bumps and sidewalk cracks. Earth, she don't want to be flat. Smooth her out with concrete blocks She'll move and turn without a thought. Spent most of her life clothed with tempestuous life. This recent pavement trend leads to unwanted strife. We build our cornered, straightened, flat, leveled space upon a vibrant, living, rounded, moving place. No, Earth, she don't want to be flat. Full bodied, free flowing, seductress, she scoffs at such mind conceited, power hungry, insincerity; exposing our cracks in her restless slumber.
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
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