by Robert M. Hensel
Cool Morning spit on bladed grass.
A Thousand silky fingers tickling toes.
The strong scent of natures freshly cut hair.
Mans spiritual stamping groung toward inner
peace.
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Cool Morning spit on bladed grass.
A Thousand silky fingers tickling toes.
The strong scent of natures freshly cut hair.
Mans spiritual stamping groung toward inner
peace.