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THE OLD TREE

I see an old tree everyday on my way to townit has to be older then you and me.Whenever I think about the tree,I try to think of all the things ,and all the seasons it has seen.ITS been through alot in its life,like havingnames written all over it ,or maybe had a swing once on it.ITS seen many beautiful skies and many beautiful sunsets.ITS felt many seasons ,from the bitter winters ,to hot daysfrom breezy days of spring to falling leaves in the fall days,IT has many beautiful leaves ,and its a wonderful place to rest , or even catch some zzz"s yes I do love that big old tree.

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Feb 26, 2010
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