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Jan 2018
I looked up at this great big tree thinking she's not happy she's not free
Sitting there watching are leaves blowing away and it's very strong Breeze.
Then when I heard her cry because all the other bigger trees for guys.
She said to me all she wanted was a friend.  
That's when I told her I'll be her friend to the end.
So I went and got one big truck.
Dug her up and got unstuck.
I took her to my Country Farm.
Where the other guys can do no harm.
She is so glad that I am her friend.
Because I told her I'll be your friend to the end.
Written by
Cynthia Ochoa  38/F/McPherson ks
(38/F/McPherson ks)   
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     Lior Gavra and Ryan Holden
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