Greener Grassier
Greener Grassier
My life is bound
To figure out
The greener grass
Or the grassier
Greens.
I know not
The frying pan
Nor the fire.
Either heat
Warms me up,
But I need
The hot
And scalding
Fire or pan.
Short lives
Are condemned
To meet
Long faces
When you Long
For lips
Of warmth...
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