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The Jungle

By Bertie All Rights Reserved ©

Poetry

The Jungle

We all live in a jungle
A jungle made of stone
Of concrete, bricks and metal sticks
A jungle we call home

Over crowded streets and thoroughfares
This mighty jungle towers
With people rushing everywhere
The loneliness over powers

A jungle filled with laughter
A jungle filled with noise
With many many things to do
With many wondrous toys

We all live in the jungle
A jungle made of bricks
This jungle has no trees
This jungle has no sticks

A jungle full of saddened people
People in a hurry
People who rush and rush around
People full of worry

The people in this jungle 
Have forgotten how to give
If only they could learn to smile
Then perhaps they’ll learn to live

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