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Forsyth Park
Naps in the grass
The Sun is my blanket
Underneath the sheet of the breeze.
Basketball court sings
A rhythmic lullaby of
Crossovers, trash talk, and lay ups.
I allowed the grass to swallow my toes
In exchange, the grass allowed my locs to mingle with the ants.
Little caterpillar, in search of new
joins me on my cot for a spell.
Then, inches off to conte...
Thursday 24th July 2025 8:51 am
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