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I Spied A Valley Low-POTD
I spied a valley low
Across the road from the cemetery
A Columbus monkey swinging by
The trees of the valley
Stood tall and forlorn
Observing the crematorium
Covered in light gray smoke
As morning traffic streamed by
Giraffe reached for the tallest bough
And I thought I heard the leopards growl
By the road was a troop of baboons
As people walked on by
And a few yards away,
Was the army garrison
A regiment trooped on by,
And a sounder was grazing idly by
As people walked on by
Yes I spied a valley low
Where life carried on slow
Across the road from the cemetery
Where footsteps were dull and hollow
A funeral procession was going on
Yes the trees of the vale
Were tall and forlorn
The sun hung high and lorn
As were the clouds of dawn
As I drove along that road
Away from that valley low
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Marugu Mo
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