unearthed the underneath
of retired and tiring bodies
in decay and repose
exhumed the exhaust
of passing past
in layers of the dust
in rust a tumor toils
upon the nails
the timeless plague of boils
to shatter shards
below flower yards
for feisty feasting roots
your sanity lost
rolled away the marbled globe
and what your thoughts may cost
here's hoping it went unused
at least from where it was found
in the front lawn's ground
for swingers
that is of a small white ball
don't make good neighbors at all
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