Grave Yards Poem by justin byerline

Grave Yards

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Grave yards
slave yards
a pile of leaves
a pile of thieves
the poor man grieves
as he wipes off his sleaves
the gester stood under a small building
gathering his thoughts
looking at the flower pots

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