Meandering Oak...
Tall and fine.
Strong stands it there unobservedly we stare...
To all men share?
We dine and wine on finely filtered wealth....
We poorly wander in stealth.
Life in America is taxed to the unlimited limit.
We are poor Uncle Sam's, blind sighted, dimwit.
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Yet your one of the - We The People