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Long Feud

Where, without bloodshed, can there be
A more relentless enmity
Than the long feud fought silently

Between man and the growin grass.
Man's the aggressor, for he has
Weapons to humble and harass

The impudent spears that charge upon
His sacred privacy of lawn.

He mows them down, and they are gone
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Gus Calabrese 05 April 2020

I remember the words from when I was in grade school, never forgot most of them yet most

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