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Apr 2015
I grew up underneath the shadow of a big oak tree,
Who showed love only towards me.
I loved him, more than you could ever know
He protected me from all dangers no matter how high nor how low.

But as life goes, things get old,
and the tree I once knew to be so bold
became crippled and withered away.
Now no one can bother,
The tree that I once called father.
Triston Albert
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