The Hot Clover

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The trail I walk
Is where I held a screen that talks
The annoyed rubble mumbled
As my shoes took a crunch
The intimate auromas the plants share
The air flows through you
And the stick with its friends keep you warm for the night

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 24, 2019 ⏰

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