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The Trolls
Everyday, from time to time
They do things that do not rhyme
To and fro without a cause
Barking bitterness without a pause
They're like pests on a plant
Or like ants in the pants
Doing nothing but to bite
Bringing nothing but blight
Jabbering from here to there
Jabbering everywhere
They know nothing but to bark
Like old parrots on the park
I don't know if it's productive
Doing just things that are destructive
Minding things out of their concern
But their own lives, they can't discern
Copyright ©
R. B. Cawis
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