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Oct 2015
I’m a tree
Wild and free
Please stop cutting spree.*

How often do we stop to mind?
The cutting of trees in a bid to find
A morsel of food to cushion against grind
Of tough economic realities that seldom bind.
Trees too have life.
Anderson M
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Anderson M
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