Spring in Flag

The hair on my face is growing long

It itches so I scratch it

The rain outside is the spring’s song

We use buckets to catch it

The clicking keyboard is interrupted

By dashing attempts to try

And make money flow disrupted

Into my wallet, so dry

I need more green in my life

To feel thick grass on my hand

Cut flat fields with a knife

As my skin becomes tanned

I want to have a perfect meal

That my mom makes nightly

Eat until I cannot feel

Then excuse myself politely

It might be Ohio that I’m craving

But its ok, cuz I’m shaving.  

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