Not like carpet
Holding off dirt
Nor poking through
Flesh nor throwing
Against rocks
Not in nonsense
Falling down into
Warm grass by
Sudden shoving no
Please no but
Like sad little bugs
Climbing on grass
Their tiny arms
Suddenly pulled out
By small children
They hurt and
Float leaves on
Sunlight gardens
Drifting off gravel
To be eaten gently
By the fire
(found poem)
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poetry copyright 2002 fireflyhotaru, so dont steal! Why would you steal this one anyways, you don't even know what the original poem was, so how could it really be that funny....wait so why am I posting it then....eh oh well who cares. *shrugs* I'm too lazy to care that much caring takes up so much effort.