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In the forrest of metal trees Tribes they sleep beneath the leaves In the shadows of forgotten ways They forage throughout the days ~~~ Wearing armor made of cloth They race to find what they've lost In search of memories from the past Days gone by they can never get back ~~~ Some in search of fortune and fame For others though its not the same In the forrest, is where they'll remain Until death comes and makes her claim ~~~ Some succeed in their wayward journey Others get lost, burnt, and buried ~~~ Seeking shelter from the cold In huts not made from rock or stone But still the warriors struggle on To live here though the days have gone ~~~ Yes in the forrest of metal trees Their is a tribe beneath the leaves Some are young and some are old Some will make it, Some will go, Some will fake it, still it shows The struggle is real for those Who live down below. R.K.H

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Date: 10/3/2021 8:23:00 PM
I really like this one, Roger. It's "bouncy" for some reason (in a good way) even though the subject matter is more somber. Just a great flow here. TFS.
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