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One Of Those Really Long Poem Titles, This One Concerning What Only Becomes Visible When You Cannot Start The Gas-Powered Monstrosity And Must Tend The Spring-Shaggy Lawn With The Ancient Wood And Metal Push Mower

Posted on May 6, 2014 by Puff Of Smoke Poems

through wooden fence slats
sun paints yellow stripes across
the freshly mown grass

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