The Old Wind Mill
The old wind mill turns no more frozen in it's stance
haunted giant fan of rusting steel from afar you glance
Really never worked that hard even when the wind blew
lasted for about ten years and then it was all but through
A hundred birds a day it shred and at night it sliced the bats
made noisy pollution, all the land it stole now home for rats
A grave yard of giant skeletons across the horizon stretch
these old wind mills profits made for foreign interest fetch
Was it green it needed coal when the winds did not blow
Good intentions never last the old wind mill run out of gas
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