Hammock Haze

The joys we give when insanity flares,

When inanity fills the air;

A maple leaf does not think nor

Does

It

Care.

The oxygen we breathe (or rather, gas),

It mixes here beneath; alas,

It, too, is air.

Does

It

Care?

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