There is a vast green tract
And a fresh bluish course
A mile from here.
There is a big sinewy tree
And profuse green tea
A mile from here.
There is also a groovy human race
And a grabby human face
A mile from here.
But there is no humanity
Nor sanity
Anywhere round here.
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 4:53 AM UTC
There is a vast green tract
And a fresh bluish course
A mile from here.
There is a big sinewy tree
And profuse green tea
A mile from here.
There is also a groovy human race
And a grabby human face
A mile from here.
But there is no humanity
Nor sanity
Anywhere round here.
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