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#noreallysarcastic
the sun rises in rose fleshed bounty but it doesn’t cut my ******* lawn the whispered prose of the wind splashed water doesn’t pay the bills tree arches steadily toward the arc of the stars yet it can’t wash my car for all the beauty the world revels what the **** has it done for me lately
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Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
meh poetry