The Yew Trees
The yew trees
Were like staid old ladies in green skirts.
They lined the way to the church door.
Like the staid old ladies,
They did not bow when the fancy vicar
Walked the path, or asked him how he was.
Like the ladies they were proud,
And all brown leaves from fancy trees
Annoyed him, just like they.
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3/6/2015
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