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
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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