Across the street
her grass grows much
greener than mine.
Here grass struggles
with pine needles
to feel the sun.
Could it be we
live in a thesaurus
where she chose effort
while I was assigned toil.
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 3:19 PM UTC
Across the street
her grass grows much
greener than mine.
Here grass struggles
with pine needles
to feel the sun.
Could it be we
live in a thesaurus
where she chose effort
while I was assigned toil.
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