I longed for the grass 

On the other side

It called out to me

From it 

I couldn’t hide

Time and again

I’d steal over there

Lie on the grass

And bask in the green

This was so lovely 

Whatever could it mean?


I planted some seeds

On a Portion of land

My life in my hands

And started to plan

Daily I’d sneak over

With a watering can

When it was time

Crossed over the line

My grass was greener 

That it ever had been

So that’s the secret 

Of having your cake

You only get to eat it

If you learn to bake

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