Holler,Holler,Holler
...Holler,holler,holler...
Holler,holler,holler,
Holler,holler,holler;
Call me the poor,
To hold the royal spit;
Holler,holler,holler...
Holler,holler,holler,
Holler,holler,holler;
The poor will not...
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Categories:
derobe, change, people, power,
Form: Didactic
Tree
...Bare, they get slowly clad
In all their green splendour
Lusciously blowing in the summer breeze
'Til Fall arrives and they gradually derobe
Naked in time for Winter...
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Categories:
derobe, nature, tree,
Form: Free verse