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I'm feeling artistic, and shall compose a verse that pays homage to this neglected, nameless grass. I shall call my poem, Ode to the Strip of Grass Between the Sidewalk and the Road.
Oh! Lovely strip of grass that lies (or should it be lays?) between the sidewalk and the road, long have you been neglected.
Attended only by desperate dogs and city maintenance workers, you lie (or lay) unwatered and uncared for.
Left to burnish under the summer sun, until winter's snowplows gouge your delicate surface.
Who will give you the recognition you seek?
Who will name you and save you from obscurity?
Who cares?
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