The Mozark Mountain


A white tipped giant scrapping the sky
3,843 feet high

Reaching up to touch the heavens
Rising up like bread that is leavened

Taller then a sky scrapper
If it fell down it would be a capper

One of natures wonders
Better than a pirates plunder

Every time I see it it fills me with awe
And I can't seem to find a single flaw

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