Thursday, November 13, 2014

Verdant Hills of Alabang

Thou art so green in freshness
A vibrant metropolis
Sublime in deep earnestness
Abounding in true richness.

Sparkling in the night time,
Song of the cicadas chime,
Friends unparalleled with dime,
Worthy to tell in this rhyme.

In thy bosom I sleep sound,
Thy malls I keep going ‘round,
Where happiness knows no bound,
In thy placid, verdant ground.


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