Hardwood Mulch Put Down
President no more
while we had been waiting for
who next is in store
morning seems so still
made by God who always will
all our lives fulfil
heard cardinal call
now spring and no longer fall
from tree which is tall
God is never late
we always appreciate
knowing our each fate
more mulch may put down
made of hard wood and dark brown
smile and no longer frown
way America will lead
profits do stampede
which is what we need
what we have to do
is no justice without truth
which is what God say
when we are prepared
let Jesus be our savior
will forever more
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