“Weed me
Or feed me.”
Says the grass in the back yard
“you don’t need me anymore”
And I sit and smoke my cigarette
And I think to myself
The grass has a point
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“Weed me
Or feed me.”
Says the grass in the back yard
“you don’t need me anymore”
And I sit and smoke my cigarette
And I think to myself
The grass has a point
Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life? ― Mary Oliver
"El café debe ser caliente como el infierno, negro como el diablo, puro como un ángel y dulce como el amor."
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