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Meg Thompson Mar 8
i am a willow tree swaying in the wind
storms and strong winds have flown around me.
but here I stay.
for I am a force, and cannot be withered away.
no lightening, no thunder, no tornado or rain
could make me be any less than I am
for I am a willow tree.

— The End —