This is a small story along the pearl river mouth
That started with a fast smooth hop in the vast deep south.
We're in China, former colonial cities, big dreams.
Just before new millennium, a man formed fresh teams
To raise huge buildings, seen as the center of the world.
Then his companies strengthened, grew up and flat-out twirled.
Yet they became big.
But this apparent prosperity wasn't for free ;
Nothing large could attain the sky, not even a tree.
The price for expansion was expensive : lots of falls,
Drops, and soon loss we actually detect on walls.
The Great Country will make choices, hence give it some voice,
Still whatever is conducted would never rejoice -
But lets flats to dig.
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Francis L
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