Grass

If you look
back there in
the yard
you can see
where I buried it
Over past
the porch
on the old lawn
where that old
green bicycle's
layin'
See...
It's buried
out there
down around
them bushes
with the thorns
in 'em
All them things
I was tellin' ya
about
All the places
and faces
with the names
still intact
that I can
remember
Yea, they're
still out there
You could see 'em
If someone cut the grass

Todd Amodeo


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