Landscape Architect
It's all your fault
Charles Mortington Parsons
Designer of landscapes
Extraordinaire
That no one has a sense of time anymore
Green lawns appear
Instantly overnight
Tall trees grow
In a morning or an afternoon
Mother nature
Stacked tastefully
Between terracotta bookends
And it's all your doing
Charles Mortington Parsons
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