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About This Poem
Greener
I really like that grass, on that side of the fence
It's so luxurious, It looks compact and dense
I imagine me sitting, over there on my ass
Comfy and so cozy, that is my kind of grass
Mine is dissapointing, some may think it's obcene
It's not like my neighbors, his is completely green
Everything looks better, looking over that way
He works to improve it, by working night and day
So now I realize, My brown yard is okay
Green grass is too much work, I would much rather play
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