Deep GreenA Poem by butt muncherspooky poem
Toes might disappear
Amongst the current The deep green Know no bounds These plants Love to wrap themselves Around fresh pairs of legs Sharks idle and mosey Pale in comparison To the tides that contain The grass The leaves Barracudas Have made their mark On humanity Scientists around Scribble their scales On yellow paper But the deep green Never acknowledged Holds all constrained
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