By Arcassin Burnham
Cracking necks and sneezing to prevent
Pure evil from letting go your misguided
Soul from this hell and her hell and his
Hell is a lot different than what it might
Seem in his or her eyes,
We prevail,
To be human beings in these dark times,
Pushing and pacing and paving numbers of
The population while playing sick games,
When all we want is sunny days with fresh
Cut grass,
Playing Frisbee in cold winters and make
Beds for summer,
Some are quite good swimmers,
Some are good runners,
in the grass we go.
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Author:
Arcassin Burnham (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 22nd, 2017 11:07
- Comment from author about the poem: ©abpoetry2017 http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/01/fresh-cut-grass.html
- Category: Friendship
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Comments2
Great write
Nothing like the smell and feel of fresh cut grass. Gives you that feeling that all is right in the world. Nicely done.
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