looking forward to boston
to this place ive become accustomed
mowing the grass with the sun setting low
i drink my water and here i go
birds and squirrels
rabits and cats
baldes of grass
dead rats
clouds of bugs
push mowers
sky gets dark
as the sun gets lower
take a picture
drive the car
make a map
dont go too far
clean the floor
wash the dish
flip the channel
eat some fish
hug your girl
lie in bed
gaming magazine
halfway read
clothing hook
nailed on tight
hanging coat
turn off that light
sneeze and cry
push the mower
the window shades
wont go any lower
chicagos mapped
we're tired
mowed the lawn
that dudes fired
clean the sheets
sit and read
many birds
give them feed
grass grew long
cut it down
watch it grow long
cut another round
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