Underneath The Wooden Log Poem by Luis Steven

Underneath The Wooden Log



There's a city underneath a wooden log
Filled with hippies covered in the swamp moss
Saving time and money is a lost cause
Because at the end of the day it all just goes away
By the way it never seems to stay

Sunday, January 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: money
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