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Dec 2015
I dreamt I was a bench
where people sat to see:
the sun afar the road
the trees that grew so tall
the sprinkles turning on
the grasses going green
and overall,
dear nature moving them
as I remained unmoved
just standing there
with all their weight
rested only on me.
Dec 14, 2015
Written by
Everlasting
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     --- and Earl Jane
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