Black As Soregauling Poem by Trevor McLeod
Black As Soregauling
Forest Fires for burning
the cameras go rolling
Where News stories soaring
are tabules gone strolling
That hot coals forecalling
are options fortalling
When people go stalling
in notions sorescalling
That people go dying
in lots of sornalling
That offers are calling
for death more fornalling
That cheaper to solving
is nights of foregaulling
When light for admiring
is black as soregauling
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