421 – The Crane

Poem number 421

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The Crane

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The crane is tall

The crane is strong

The crane lifts concrete all day long

The crane is blue

The crane is white

The crane lifts skips from dawn to night

The crane is numb

The crane is bored

The crane thinks oft’ of going abroad

The crane is gone

The crane’s not there

The crane has vanished to thin air

Bye bye crane

I’ll miss your cheer

The skyline’s dull now you’re not here.

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