scenic scene a windmill
with its grinding cogs
situated on a hill
by pond once having frogs
the wheat is grounded
squashed for our bread
windmill looks astounded
because the frogs have fled
unto where no one knows
bread looks nice and fresh
windmill groans and moans
bread entwined in mesh
windmill feels so alone
one by one the sales fall
he feels very prone
having seen the frogs sprawl
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