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still mostly upright you and me creating our turbulence, creaking through every loaded barb, our branches whip and recoil scrape and crack bits fall off and we're up to our knees in our years in dead leaves and bark chips broken off our customary selves underneath the sap still runs builds itself up, takes a deep breath and puffs out its chest ready to burst out of its leaf buds
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
us old trees
still mostly upright you and me creating our turbulence, creaking through every loaded barb, our branches whip and recoil scrape and crack bits fall off and we're up to our knees in our years in dead leaves and bark chips broken off our customary selves underneath the sap still runs builds itself up, takes a deep breath and puffs out its chest ready to burst out of its leaf buds
sheila-craig
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
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