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the forest echoes when the mahoe falls tall is the tree and strong deep is its root at end of day even the staunchest bawls honest men speak against all that appalls their work is constant though most rare its fruit the forest echoes when the mahoe falls for just one instant fools delay their brawls and bow their heads honour may touch the brute at end of day even the staunchest bawls at loss of friend we make our little calls shed our few tears and learn it's absolute the forest echoes when the mahoe falls whether in calmness of the lecture-halls or broadcasting to folk on their commute at end of day even the staunchest bawls knowing the silence that finally hauls his voice away we cannot refute the forest echoes when the mahoe falls at end of day even the staunchest bawls
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Dec 12, 2010
Dec 12, 2010 at 5:28 AM UTC
blue mahoe (in memory of John William Maxwell, 1934-2010)
the forest echoes when the mahoe falls tall is the tree and strong deep is its root at end of day even the staunchest bawls honest men speak against all that appalls their work is constant though most rare its fruit the forest echoes when the mahoe falls for just one instant fools delay their brawls and bow their heads honour may touch the brute at end of day even the staunchest bawls at loss of friend we make our little calls shed our few tears and learn it's absolute the forest echoes when the mahoe falls whether in calmness of the lecture-halls or broadcasting to folk on their commute at end of day even the staunchest bawls knowing the silence that finally hauls his voice away we cannot refute the forest echoes when the mahoe falls at end of day even the staunchest bawls
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Dec 12, 2010
Dec 12, 2010 at 5:28 AM UTC
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