Private, not allowed,
no moths or bees
no passing cloud
no birdsong heard
at breaking dawn
no daisy braves
the perfect lawn
no mouse or vole
to tempt the owl
no weed escapes
the vengeful trowel;
pass by quickly
quiet and bowed;
keep out, keep out,
you're not allowed.
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