The grass is dense
But she�s such a prude.
She won�t mow to the fence
Because she doesn�t want to intrude.
There is a glimmer, a sense
Of humility she dares not exude.
She but speaks and we�re incensed,
Above peace, disdain protrudes.
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The grass is dense But she�s such a prude. She won�t mow to the fence Because she doesn�t want to intrude. There is a glimmer, a sense Of humility she dares not exude. She but speaks and we�re incensed, Above peace, disdain protrudes. |
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