Where The Grass Is Always Greener
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Mark Heathcote
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The grass isn't always greener on the other side,
on the other side of the fence.
But I am sure it is in death,
and wherever it is, my daughter rests
where my daughter resides; let my tears
bless her roses that delight her eyes
and let-perfumes filter rise
through those grass blades with the fragrances
of long but not forgotten cut embraces.
On the other side on the other side of the fence
where the grass is always greener
let flowers never wilt or find a disappointing closure.
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