You wanted a green lawn next spring. So you spread your chemicals just before the first winter rains. The rain came and it washed your poison into my stream. My skin absorbs everything. And I am food for the eagles and owls. Your dream of a perfect lawn is our poisoned reality.

You wanted a green lawn next spring.
So you spread your chemicals
just before the first winter rains.

The rain came
and it washed your poison into my stream.

My skin absorbs everything.
And I am food for the eagles and owls.

Your dream of a perfect lawn
is our poisoned reality.

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