One blade of grass stands in my way
But behind it are ten thousand more to defy me
They have allies among them
Tall leafy allies, I don’t care their name
I don’t want them here
The weeds are the artillery
Poison sumac their heavy infantry
I stand against them
My defoliant, chemical warfare in hand
I will cleanse them.
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ahahah lovely!
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