The broom man
He swept himself away
Found the wolf got no power
Frogged in to the Moos
He didn't see the hole
Covered by puddle of water
The Moos wanted him of his broom
Hoping he could do something more
But he is an expired politician
The broom has lost much of its brittles
The Moos collect the old ones
The voters will kick them out
The Moos
There is no milk now
The grassland is drying up
There is no magic but a sense of loss
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