this is a dry and stony quarter-acre
too hard to till and far too small to build
upon by us the poor and the unskilled
here in the realm of liar and of faker
where the last honest impulse has been stilled
this is a dry and stony quarter-acre
left over at creation by the maker
so there is nothing that we have to gild
no dark condition we've left unfulfilled
this is a dry and stony quarter-acre
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