The Grove

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From this grove, I do peer

At a corporate scaly leer

Diesel yellow monsters tear at elm

As clear cut highway scrub takes the helm

Can’t you see through template greenery?

As it suffocates in toxic serenity—

From this grove, I do weep

As the Ancients I know, are put to sleep.

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