In the green, itchy, overgrown and billowing grass you lie,
Ladybugs and grasshoppers frolic over and about your bare, dark legs;
Dandelions, violets, and clover encircle you, decorate you,
Yes, there you are, spread out on the lawn…
Where I long to run the mower back and forth over you with slow care and meticulous deliberation.
Beautiful
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Clever! I like the way you expressed this poem. The use of your metaphors and the cutting of grass. Beautiful.
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haha got me!
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LOL! That is some animosity! π
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Lawns must be kept in order…
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Definitely…but the blood and guts…good fertilizer? π
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Makes for the most glorious of flowers…
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ha!
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Thanks so much for taking time to read and comment. I very much appreciate it.
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You’re very welcome! π
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