A poem about grass and sex

Grass that’s mowed

In shapely rows

Prickly fingers

Yonder go

Freckled sun, in grass we grow

Til’ winter’s touch brings à la mode

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What ‘you say we waste away?

Waste a bottle, waste a day?

The morning dew won’t stay past dawn

Let’s fuck each other on the lawn.

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