Rurban
I like to feel the grass between my toes.
I go to where the flowers grow.
I stand and climb up in the trees.
I talk among the birds and bees.
She likes the concrete beneath her feet.
The sound of machinery, to her, is sweet.
She gazes at the impressive skyscrapers
and walks among the crowded acres.
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