Friday, July 4, 2014

Greener Grass

Greener Grass
Love, Papa.

Just down the road,
Across the street,
In the next town.
They've got it together.
It's happening there.
Whereas here, know,
Nothing ever seems to happen here.
Things never change.
It's just the same old, same old.
But there, now there, its really happening.
But I wonder what they are saying about here...
Love, Papa.

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