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I Am the Ground

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Lizardhound

Published: Mar 15, 2012

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I am the grass and the wind in the trees
I am the birds and the rustle of leaves
Your senses are bound
For I am the ground
You will pass me unnoticed and leave

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I honestly did not intend for this to be a limerick. I swear. I just needed the 'I am the nature around you. You do not notice me.'-technique used for avoiding detection to be chantable.

DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, USE THIS WITHOUT MY PERSONAL WRITTEN PERMISSION.