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Aug 17
Across the street
her grass grows much
greener than mine.

Here grass struggles
with pine needles
to feel the sun.

Could it be we
live in a thesaurus
where she chose effort
while I was assigned toil.
Susie Clevenger
Written by
Susie Clevenger  74/F/USA
(74/F/USA)   
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