ALL THE CHARACTERISTICS
OF NUMEROSITY
Driving beneath the trees, I was made
aware of Green. That new green that
May brings or makes or has. And then
it's gone. Pretty much by mid-June
the brilliance tires of itself. There
even comes a time, by mid-July,
when grass stops growing. Because
it's done. Seeded out and over.
That's what Nature does.
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It's only the suburban nut-cases who
force their lawns - to continue growth,
smashing them up with fertilizers and
pesticides and all the Miracle-Gro
their brains can abide. Such a dumb
endeavor. And they will die, and the
bottom of the grass then will laugh
at them, stewing in (finally) their
maybe natural juices. That's what
Nature does.
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