“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
All things must die
“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
Your mind will go pi --- yes, the number. I dreaded math during most of my school years -- and here I am, trying to compare myself to a symbol that I can neither count nor write down.
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