Scratch - 2010/08/29

Spires of great glass towers rise around
Overshadowing all existence on the ground
The light sparkles in many newfound ways
As the inhabitants drift through their days
Confronted with a rock threatening to smash
These caretakers suddenly become very rash
Since foundations have now become fixture
Once radical evolution has ceased to occur
Time worn this edifice is beyond its peak
Despite defenses made by the slow and weak
If only the slate was cleaned now and then
Architects could improve their design again

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