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Apr 2017
This kind
This tree
That tree

I don't know
Outside my window

Only you.

We chop and
Chain at you

Yet you grow
Each year

Bark,

Wrinkled as a
Brow
Written by
Mike Adam  66/M/London England
(66/M/London England)   
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     ---, ---, ---, Walter W Hoelbling, The Sick Red Carnation and 5 others
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