dirt on the welcome mat

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Smothered by sunbathers’ towels,

Sliced by scowling men

Who push sharp blades into

Tender green tufts,

And rubbed raw

By wet children who barrel

Full force into 

Slip-n-slides,

Summer lawns babysit the world.

Enduring each painful piggyback ride,

They wait for winter

When they can sit all day

In solitude,

Soaking up the sun,

Cooled by the breeze,

Getting a nice, even tan.