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The Grass

The grass is like family.

It makes me nostalgic for what's plain,

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is just the way it was when I was eight,

and lets me rest so long I want to stay outside

in sun, till after the dark comes.

I stretch, and everything's here again

that was there all winter.

It grows like the narrative of all our lives.

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