Rhymes of My Times
Monday, December 15, 2014
Middle Earth and Present Earth
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Every tree on the land is a snag,
All around there’s but fire and slag.
Hobbit life? There’s a dearth,
Ekeing out of scorched earth.
No white horse, just a black wingèd nag.
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