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May 2015
Grant me deep roots.
Solid branches.
Let the fires pass me by.
Let generations of squirrels and blue jays
     hop on my limbs.
Let me breathe fog, chew sunlight
     and look down
over centuries.
Joe Cottonwood
Written by
Joe Cottonwood  La Honda
(La Honda)   
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