Sunday, 9 November 2008
As the tree bears fruit
We all loot
Forget the soot
We build new shoots
The trees all cry
When Mothers die
I wipe my eye
As chips we fry
Let go the past
It will not last
A New Age dawns
As generations morn.
Peace Out. DD.
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