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Propped up I see the the lush green thirsty grass Confusing and pretty I feel its needs To want to be nourished Always to be trotted on No reasoning for our disrespect Yet never disrupted Disaster we love
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 9:25 PM UTC
Smell the watered lawn
Propped up I see the the lush green thirsty grass Confusing and pretty I feel its needs To want to be nourished Always to be trotted on No reasoning for our disrespect Yet never disrupted Disaster we love
Karajean
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 9:25 PM UTC
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