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Now, planting grass has been a joy....
It made life seem serene....
The rains would always turn our world....
A brilliant grassy green....
The hills and paths were planted, too....
And then we held our breath....
For we had many children who....
Would trample it to death....
But they, too, loved the softness of....
The grass beneath their feet....
And they would chew the blades to get....
A taste of bittersweet....
No longer does the grass enthrall....
For time has made a trade....
And now it grows so lush and green....
Where once the children played....
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