Poetry

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A MINI TREE THAT IS NO LONGER THERE TO SEE,ABOUT 3 YARDS TALL NOW TWO
STUMPS NO BRANCHES NOR LEAVES AT ALL,A NEIGHBOUR'S BACKYARD QUITE NEAR
TREE NOW LOOKS LIKE A SKELETAL SHELL,OR A TWO ARMED MAN,STILL TRY TO
LOOK LIKE A TREE NOT WELL,THIS IS THE YARD WHERE I LONG TO BE ALSO IN
BACK YARD THERE ARE BRAMBLES WILD ARE THEY JUST BEING A NATURAL CHILD,
THROUGH WILD WINTER SNOW THEY GROW PLANT LIFE WITH SOME KIND OF STING,
SOME TREES HAVE NESTS THE BIRDS KNOW THEM BEST,STILL I ONCE WAS A TREE
AND GOD MADE ALL OF WE,MAYBE UP IN HEAVEN THERE MAY BE A TREE JUST
LIKE ME,ISANT THAT'S THE PLACE WE WOULD ALL LIKE TO BE AMEN AGREE
AM JUST A TREE.
Joe.

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