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Post by kyri on May 24, 2019 20:23:18 GMT 1
Elder, Oak and Elm, Beech and Briar
once mighty and tall are now laid low
bare stumps remain blackened with fire
what troup of horror would leave it so
Torn asunder and trampled, forever lost
regard only for the skills they master
countless ages fall no matter the cost
driving onward so they may travel faster
The land cries out with pain and sorrow
the heedless hurry onto appiontments keep
already burdened with worry of tomorrow
saving one small soul who stops to weep
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