I believe there is a whole civilization
Built up around cutting grass out here
Not a single rainless day can go by
Without that hum of blades
That fresh froth in the air
So you can smell it in your sleep
And the lawns are huge and run
Right up to the edge of the woods
Which look impenetrable and cool
Separating the large and small
And abandoned houses from one another
Some have chickens some ponies or goats
But most have given up on a garden
Preferring to shop in town
And tend their perfect lawns
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