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Nov 2015
The tree
that dies
has nobody there
when it has no more
no crying tears
all there is alone
just before it's past
is another
drying tree.
True    P@ul ***.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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