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My Poem the Growing Mountain

 

  

 

      The Growing Mountain

 

Grain by grain the mountain grows, each day that passes casts a bigger shadow on what was once the tiniest little hill.

 

The big wheels churning as today’s old was yesterdays new, woodlands ******** and turned into cesspits in a bid to hide such a massive mess.

 

Ever growing is the need for even more space for it all, what happens when we can no longer bury our mess, shall we then launch it into space and let it float around for eternity.

 

 

 

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Eddie Mulqueen

 

DjDerry DjDerry 31-35, M 1 Response Jun 13, 2009

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So true.