swirling blades pass through
field forming yellow blanket
didn't wipe all out many left
certain some more will grow
i walked around it feels good
soft & comforting to my toes
canals; too much overgrowth
stay away there's cottonmouth
or some hazards awaits you
painful to scary don't want to
just exercising these limbs
for my health not for fame
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