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Oct 2016
One day a dad and his boy, so free
Planted a seed so that one day a tree
Would grow and give shade when the days got hot.
Then the boy left home, but the tree grew not.

The tree grew not, but the boy thought it had.
He remembered with fondness, that day with his dad.
He imagined that tree growing more every day.
But the tree, long ago, had withered away.
Kimberly Lewis
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Kimberly Lewis  Tucson
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