This is what I do on stuck trams…
June 16th, 2009 | 
Author: New-turned and porous
scent of my border
Earthworms in chorus
like the first dawn.
Praise for the chirping,
praise for the churning,
praise for the slurping
of my wet lawn.
I have much <3 for Cat Stevens' setting, but it does lack squelchiness!
</hoping this doesn't count as Cat Stevens fanfic>
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