The land lay desolate,
marred by its caretaker
who rent it for a fortune.
The land lies desolate
gutted by the undertaker
to bury the one who lived in the moment
but forgot the adage:
The land was borrowed from our children's children's children...
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
The land lay desolate,
marred by its caretaker
who rent it for a fortune.
The land lies desolate
gutted by the undertaker
to bury the one who lived in the moment
but forgot the adage:
The land was borrowed from our children's children's children...
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