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Jan 2015
As a tree I have never cared
Of the birds that made its nest on my branch,
Nor of the kids that climbed my arms,
Nor of sunlight that kept me warm in the cold.
The only time that I only cared
Was when the wind blew.

And then I knew...
Byron Galang
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Byron Galang  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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