now, most of us…

now, most of us are like the grass,

in that, we’re daily stepped upon

by those who never deign to stop

and see just what they’re walking on

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  1. One summer day, I became aware that I was treading on the little white floral nap of the world’s head, and though I could not get off anywhere, I was far more careful about heavy footfalls. Would that we all developed this kind lunacy, only more sanely and humanely.

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