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Wednesday, June 4, 2014

THE BALLAD OF MONROE STREET

The silence broken by a chain saw's buzz
Falling down a tree that was.

All in the name of fleeting fame
For hopes of being in the game.

No song for a plant to cry
Just a little more beauty left to die.

It's only the price we pay
When fools pretend to play.
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