Poetry

Oh! The Flowery Hills.

Oh! The Flowery Hills,

Oh! The aroma.

How the birds sing,

Their morning song,

And make various tunes,

Some melodious,

Some sweet,

It’s their mojo,

And that’s where God Lives.

Adios!

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