sprinklers are arching with glee
grass are happy, shower free
rain is better they grow faster
it could be nitrogen rich water
soak those roots, get bigger
push those leaves even longer
i saw a kid pass on roller-blades
pushing from side to side at ease
i know she can't hear me, she's plug
probably listening to taylor swift
to lift her soul to loving plateau
heaven's know what does it do
i love wetting my hands on sprinkler
sensation is just magical to a note
painless stitching on my pores, cool
then i rub my hands together, calming
try it, why not, you won't miss anything
besides you could pick up something
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