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Feb 2015
Little leaves of what little see,
Underneath this tree is little me.
Grown in wants of what I little need.
Pillaged of my seeds till little is left of me.

Little seeds pillaged of what little is left of me.
Grown in the little wants of what I need.
Underneath little me is this tree.
Little see of what is past the little leaves.

Of little me, hanging from underneath the tree.

© 2009
Neal Emanuelson
Written by
Neal Emanuelson  Amsterdam, Netherlands
(Amsterdam, Netherlands)   
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