Green, Green Grass

Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they’ll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home.

– Green, Green Grass of Home by Claude “Curly” Putman

Except, it’s not home.

But it doesn’t mean that it’s not good to touch the green green grass out of home.

Don’t we all just love green wherever it is?

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Jumper: Massimo Dutti, Pants: Dolce & Gabbana, Shoes: Adidas, Arabian Scarf: Vintage

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