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The tin-hammered king rubs
his hands in glee.
His crown shines while covering
the holes beneath.
He flies around the world
acquiring gold and new deals,
while the ice caps melt
and the tin crown wears out
like a cheap wedding ring.
Copyright 2017 Carolyn Gregory
Crown made from tin can
What a short and lovely poem that manages to say so much in so few words.
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