LOOSELAND LOOSESTRIFE
These gardeners I see holding shovels
and sticks, they are talking amongst
one another. They stand on grass -
it would seem - more than principal.
-
And now it begins to drizzle again.
From where they are standing, more
annoyance than fact. The rain
puts their cigarettes out.
These gardeners I see holding shovels
and sticks, they are talking amongst
one another. They stand on grass -
it would seem - more than principal.
-
And now it begins to drizzle again.
From where they are standing, more
annoyance than fact. The rain
puts their cigarettes out.
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