Poem By Bill Grace

A torn up lawn's a little thing
Especially whose greens I do not own
For private lawns may dwell in peace
Where urgent trucks make equal quest.

But given human nature and its ways
I doubt without some touch beyond
(to unbalance finite difference)
The thing will ever work at all
To allow the necessary balance
For those who'd like to play.

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