The mower pulls itself and the mowee.
Up and down the line, cuts so fine.
The air quality has been cut to ribbons.
Terrible sky what have you done.
It sprinkled last night.
Streets got wetter.
Holy mackerel
Will things get better?
Plow, plow turn it over
Give the bunnies fresh, new clover.
Make it better; clean the air
All over, yes, all over.
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