Backyard

Be it rolling green,
white water falls,
carbon jungle,
tenement of tin,
or house of hallways
stolid and immovable,
this, your yard of Earth,
held a story.
Some would keep theirs and laugh.
Others would trade theirs for life.
And the poor in spirit, for death

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