September 5, 2009
By Anonymous

Once it was a meadow
Clean and sun kissed
Where the eagles soared
And the mice scutted
Once there was a stream
Its water crispy and clear
Trickling along, gurlgling
like a new born
But not any more
Where it went is no secert
It is know to all and
Spoken by none
Spoken words matter not here
For what has gone is gone
What is left is gone as well
For once the meadow glowed
And once the spout grew
But not now.
But once

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