Ouch! Stop throwing them twigs at me. I still love you, temper and all. Been with me all these years, through the ups and down. Ouch! Keep throwing those twigs and Iím gone back in. Leave you out here all alone, you and the wind. Yíall can talk all yíall like. That wind canít replace me. Iím smiling now, embraced by your shadow. I know you love me. You donít want me to go? Better settle down than. Ahh wind youíre chilling me. Cool it now. Thatís better. Ainít that a nice pond over there? My favorite place Ďsides resting under you, ole Oak. Think Iíll nap now, under my shell.
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