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Look how open Rings of softwood Fresh cut From farmed forest. Straight tree from Straight row, Inability to Look Feel thousand Year oak, old Gnarled wood Useless Weeping amber Through thick Bark look And feel As drought years Tighten rings And Wet Fast growth of Sunshine, Canopy galloping to light. Build house marry ring to Swollen finger Construct seat Table Young wood and all The paraphenalia of pretence Live good Happy life But I shall nestle, Look, feel Half eaten oak and Soak my soul In history
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Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 3:49 AM UTC
Old growth
Look how open Rings of softwood Fresh cut From farmed forest. Straight tree from Straight row, Inability to Look Feel thousand Year oak, old Gnarled wood Useless Weeping amber Through thick Bark look And feel As drought years Tighten rings And Wet Fast growth of Sunshine, Canopy galloping to light. Build house marry ring to Swollen finger Construct seat Table Young wood and all The paraphenalia of pretence Live good Happy life But I shall nestle, Look, feel Half eaten oak and Soak my soul In history
mike-adam
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Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 3:49 AM UTC
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