The Gratitude
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Category : Poems
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A hundred yards of new cement
Freshest roses bring sweet scent
Ive taken each and every step
Its full worth I can attest
Span the largest body
Its width comes to full breadth
Not quite too intimidating
Hardly a word spoken under breath
Left to hang, its still alive
Daunting all who pass it by
Overlooked by young children
Who couldnt know just how much time
Who couldnt know just how much sweat
Labor cost and many a sets
Ghosts behind what lays in stress
A mystery that will stay to rest
In a city with so few places
Yet no one could recognize the faces
In a time that has come to pass
They have moved onto bigger plans
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