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Jul 2017
We went down to the tree again;
the tree,  we called it the tree.
4 o clock we said; at the tree.
And we met at the tree.

Right by the river it was;
the tree. It was more than one tree;
it was a grove, it was a place.
It was a stranger without a face.
Sindy Cox
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Sindy Cox  45/Transgender/Ireland
(45/Transgender/Ireland)   
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