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Posted: May/03/2009 9:25 AM PST
Grass is always green Maybe sometimes yellow But never mind that
My grass is green as green as a leaf in the spring when I lay in it for a nap it seems even greener as green as an emerald as if nothing in the world could be greener than my grass
When I sit in my green grass I feel their sharp edges touch my legs as Dad mows my green grass giving them a haircut making them even greener and the grass no longer connected to the earth flies around to a new place sometimes on me or my family but is swept away by the wind before it has much time to settle in its' new home
However, when my green grass turns yellow, I stop liking it i won't dare nap in it, and all the poetry written on it is gone forever
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