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Aug 2012
Apple tree growing tall,
Stoops down to kiss the grass,
Sees his roots,
Sees his fallen leaves,
Sees his cuts, his sap, his blood.

Apple tree growing tall,
Stoops down to see his pain,
See his life,
See his broken bark,
See his anguish, his demise.
written in 2005
Simon Clark
Written by
Simon Clark
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