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Dry, brittle branches Black as death Disrupting the smoothness Of the oh-so pale blue sky Your determination is ugly When compared To the myriad colors You left on the ground But this reminds me My favorite tree That Old Man Winter Never wins
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 6:19 PM UTC
My Favorite Tree
Dry, brittle branches Black as death Disrupting the smoothness Of the oh-so pale blue sky Your determination is ugly When compared To the myriad colors You left on the ground But this reminds me My favorite tree That Old Man Winter Never wins
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 6:19 PM UTC
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