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  • athande

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Posted 11 September 2013 - 08:21 AM

Whistle birds hum in the dense forest grove

Not knowing the lies that grow 

And they chew the dark, bark wood glow

Which lights the grubs and melts the snow


Not too far from this dense forest grove

Lives a frog named Bib who dashes in the flow

With a flip and a flop

His smile builds tender

And he whistles with the birds 

And the man who stands slender 


Not too far North in the dense forest grove

Flows a river of heaven, delight and 

Below the sand of the deep riverbed 

Lies the deal souls and corpse

Clinging on

With dread  

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