In this quiet place
No one else there
Looking straight above me I see clouds slowing passing by in the blue sky
Breathing in I can smell grass
Sometimes the smell of a grill being heated
I can taste the air that floats all around me
Laying quietly there I can hear the many voices of the guys and few girls
I feel underneath me prickly grass
This place is the -------- -----
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