Seems an easy solution to the leaves You stay inside or you leaves One day they will hang a twig filled wreath On your box full of bones and some teeth So for now you should rejoice Embrace the fact you have a choice To stay or go ... or number three Write and complain about a tree
... and tell us about the money we could save.
The trees have as much right, if not more To drop their leaves at your door Than you do to park your feet Where the tree's roots meet the street But tick tock, your clock is ticking Long after you're gone, the tree will be sticking
3 comments:
Is a lot should be are a lot.
And how do you swim against the time?
Alas, poor English. I knew him, Yorick.
Seems an easy solution to the leaves
You stay inside or you leaves
One day they will hang a twig filled wreath
On your box full of bones and some teeth
So for now you should rejoice
Embrace the fact you have a choice
To stay or go ... or number three
Write and complain about a tree
... and tell us about the money we could save.
The trees have as much right, if not more
To drop their leaves at your door
Than you do to park your feet
Where the tree's roots meet the street
But tick tock, your clock is ticking
Long after you're gone, the tree will be sticking
Ten thousand slippery leaves atop your grave.
People have got to stop living in cities their whole lives.
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