A joke about parks

Once we lived freesand n gravel below our feettrees shone above our head hunt and huntedpart of a wholedangerous, even deadlyThe trees were home tillMan found humourhe built wallsto hide n huntmore he builtbigger the joke soon it becamecity, countrieseven continentsThe sand n gravelonce at our feetare now fodder forsky-scraping homesso much sotrees that shelteredContinue reading “A joke about parks”

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