Like a Fox in the night!25075 Poems Read |
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" Salt Of The Earth "
In the centre of a forest, there's a place where the masses are welcome to feast And the seasoning of their meal is the hostess's pleasure, And if the wounded need to heal, They can rub shoulders with her to get better, Surrounded by evergreen But where ‘Trees company' is the only thing that's obligatory, So your invite will not be in the post
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