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Jun 2012
Hidden in all fashions,
Hidden in all ways,
Hidden complete by camouflage,
Hidden behind a leaf.

Hidden high above the ground,
Hidden from all sights,
Hidden from each strand of noise, swaying in the wind.
Hidden away from touching.

Hidden away from grubby hands,
Hidden away from humans,
Who destroy my land.
Stick insects living in trees are often disturbed by destructive children, who do not relise their toys are capable of dying from being disturbed to death.
Written by
Freja
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