under the snow does
the grass grow
or is it that the
green lacks
everything that
belongs to those
who are in the know
Tomorrow is to be sunny and fourty and unusual for february. And unused to it as I may be I may be unusual too. And tomorrow when the sun ticks up to the clock and shows a hand full of bluff and bluster then and only then will I fall down into the remnants and make a make or break decision. Then the truth. There the crux. Onto whos shoulders but mine must the sun dump a whole eternity if not the green green grass on the other side of the fence that we will never know?
the grass grow
or is it that the
green lacks
everything that
belongs to those
who are in the know
Tomorrow is to be sunny and fourty and unusual for february. And unused to it as I may be I may be unusual too. And tomorrow when the sun ticks up to the clock and shows a hand full of bluff and bluster then and only then will I fall down into the remnants and make a make or break decision. Then the truth. There the crux. Onto whos shoulders but mine must the sun dump a whole eternity if not the green green grass on the other side of the fence that we will never know?
Unusual in deed
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