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Aug 2011
I stood tall and proud
As oaks and pine
Planted by the huntress
As she rifled the woods
In search of game

Yet it was the axes of her children
That laid me next to my brethren
As we were stacked for their houses
Two by two by two
Ian C Prescott
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